DISCLAIMER: I'm a huge country music fan, but I do NOT like Miranda Lambert. Okay, so I'm going to make no sense, but I really like her new song, "The House that Built Me." I love it, I can totally relate.
I feel this way every time I go back "home" even though it's not the same house my dad is in now, I still drive by our old house and wonder what it looks like inside.
If I were to go in now and look out my window I would "see" my dad drinking a beer in the tree line with the neighbor after mowing the lawn and wondering how it was my neighbor could walk when he looked pregnant (massive beer gut!)in my 10 year old mind, dad tilling the garden or riding the tractor mower, my neighbors riding their bikes in the col de sac, the other neighbors diving in their in-ground pool - which everyone considered the "richest of the rich" at the time...I'd remember writing all my penpals at my desk in the back bedroom, and being yelled at for sleeping with the blind open so I could stare at the full moon, practicing dancing for the middle school dance in my floor length mirror (yes, I was a dork!) and pulling the rotary phone cord from my parents room and stretching it all the way to just inside my bedroom door so I could pretend that I had a phone in my room and a little bit of privacy. I'd "see" the super ugly mauve curtains in the first bedroom I had that my mother thought were so beautiful and sophisticated, and the blue hues in the second bedroom I moved into after my older sister moved out. I'd remember the day I was looking forward to Easter brunch because the restaurant we were going to had two tables of dessert and then my younger sister puked. I'd remember playing basketball and chasing the basketball down the hill and returning out of breath; and climbing the big oak tree in the back and stealing fruit in the morning off the pear trees. I'd remember building "forts" in the tree line and turning over moss covered rocks to find millions of bugs crawling underneath; and rescuing a baby bird and trying to keep it alive in the turtle sandbox.
I'd love to see the inside of the house, but I'd be scared too. Just seeing the outside of the house now and how much it has changed is weird. The people don't take care of the yard like dad used to. It's overgrown and the some of the shutters are missing. What kind of kids is that house growing now???
I wonder if the kid will feel the same way one day and what she'll take with her from our house here? Will she want to stay here or will she go and then feel a hollowness to come back?
Life is Valuable and Precious
14 years ago
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I think everyone thinks that way of a house they grew up in. I still drive by the one that I grew up in. It is so odd-alot of the neighbors moved away so it is our old house with different people in it and different neighbors. I also agree, my dad took better care of the yard than the owners now do. Also, my mom always had so many beautiful flower beds in the front, and I havent seen the current owners do anything as nice over the last couple years of driving by. But then again, people are different. I miss my house that I grew up in, especially lately with doing all this photo scanning. So many memories in that house. Sometimes I just wish it would go on the market again and I think I would buy it...I know silly, but for me it holds alot of memories. All my birthdays, tons of family dinners, our pool, so many.
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