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Tonight is my very last night at 600 Mohican Way, and I don't even know how to put into words how I'm feeling. My walls of my room are completly bare. The computer room is a mess of boxes, as is the hallway, the bathroom, the garage, the living room, the family room. Its empty, and I hate it. It was the first real place that felt like home, and now we're moving. About a month and a half later I'll be leaving for college. Its all going to be so strange. I dont know how to say how I'm feeling-because I'm not feeling anything about it. I don't want to move, my house was perfect for so long, because we have been here for so long. The new house is small, but its an uptown house that is at least 109 years old. Location is nice, its something new.
But I'm used to this house.
The way it looks in the summer, with all the amazing green trees, how it feels to sit on our back porch, the deck we built. The way the sun flows through my windows, how the trees look through my windows. How my walls were decorated, how my room was perfect. The way the sun always made amazing shadows through the leaves in the backyard. The black walnuts always falling and hitting the roof of the back porch, the nasty back steps, the fuzzy green carpet, our fireplace, the firepit, the park behind us, and every holiday, good day, bad day, and every day in between is soaked up in the walls of the house now. Oh man, this is harder than I thought.
There has been a lot of change, really quick and really fast latley. Not quite the change I was expecting-but its change. Its funny, somehow all day today old memories of past summers have just been flooding in, things I just simply forgot or didnt think about. It was how I spent my summers, who I spent it with, and what we did. They were pretty amazing. But last summer kind of cut the threshold of amazing, innocent summers. Last summer was just bad. But this summer has such a mix of everything, and its so nonstop.
Goodnight house, goodnight moon, goodnight street, street lamp, neighbors, goodnight 600 mohican way.
But I'm used to this house.
The way it looks in the summer, with all the amazing green trees, how it feels to sit on our back porch, the deck we built. The way the sun flows through my windows, how the trees look through my windows. How my walls were decorated, how my room was perfect. The way the sun always made amazing shadows through the leaves in the backyard. The black walnuts always falling and hitting the roof of the back porch, the nasty back steps, the fuzzy green carpet, our fireplace, the firepit, the park behind us, and every holiday, good day, bad day, and every day in between is soaked up in the walls of the house now. Oh man, this is harder than I thought.
There has been a lot of change, really quick and really fast latley. Not quite the change I was expecting-but its change. Its funny, somehow all day today old memories of past summers have just been flooding in, things I just simply forgot or didnt think about. It was how I spent my summers, who I spent it with, and what we did. They were pretty amazing. But last summer kind of cut the threshold of amazing, innocent summers. Last summer was just bad. But this summer has such a mix of everything, and its so nonstop.
Goodnight house, goodnight moon, goodnight street, street lamp, neighbors, goodnight 600 mohican way.