| | I'm flying back to New York tomorrow. My parents plan to execute a long overdue move to Arcadia-proper in the upcoming weeks, leaving the house they've occupied for the past twenty or so years. I've spent my entire existence living in said-house. Said-house is my home.
Today is the last night spent in the house I grew up in. I transition from long thought permanence to the forever never-last of the college dorm. I don't know how to feel?
Sad. Bittersweet. Nostalgic. Eager. Adult.
I've attached meaning to these green, once-purple, once-white walls. There is the floor where I once puked out eggs and tomatoes. There is my bed where I had my first kiss. There is my couch where Michael C. called shotgun and plomped on before anyone else could reach. These are the doors of my formative years and they are closing.
THINGS TO DO
-Mail External
-Buy bags and boards
-Pack
-Clean
-Enjoy your room one last time
-Stop being such a sappy fuck |
| | Posted 1/18/2009 2:18 AM - 20 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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