Confession: I'm generally not a huge fan of change.
So when my parents told me that they bought a house across town I was not thrilled. I spent the last three weeks packing and lamenting the fact that I had to remove myself and my belongings from the house I grew up in. But my parents have been looking for a house for awhile now, and I guess I felt bad moping about it when they were really excited, so I tried to make the best of it.
Fast forward a couple weeks and here we are, all moved into the new house. And it's nice I guess. It's way bigger than our other house and the view is great too. But sometimes I'll close my eyes and imagine my old house, and I'll get a little ache in my chest. I can still see our tiny kitchen that kind of glows in the late afternoon sun. I can see the family room where my favorite spot to watch movies is about three feet from the tv on the floor. And then there's the basement that for most of my life remained unfinished. We could see all the pipes in the ceiling and the cement walls we painted a jungle scene on when I was about ten.
I know all the cranies and flukes that house has. I know which steps squeak and that the kitchen faucet needs to be in a certain position so it doesn't leak.
Is that what makes a house a home?
So needless to say I'm feeling a little displaced.
I think what really bothers me is that my family has evolved as all must. I'm the youngest and I just turned twenty. I don't live here for most of the year. My parents get to think about what they want for a change which is fantastic, they deserve it.
But when did we all get so old? (Not that my parents are ancient). But seriously, when did this happen? I'm the only kid who lives at home for any extended amount of time, and I'm only here for three months of the year. My brother's been out of the house for what seems a lifetime, and my sister has been in chicago for over a year now. How did this happen? It seems like yesterday we were throwing the football around the living room and my mom was yelling at us to get outside if we were gonna horse around.
Tell me to get over it already, right?
Confession 2: Sometimes I make a big deal out of stuff. Sorry. It'll pass right? Just a matter of time.
I'll just keep telling myself that.
*Sigh...
