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Thinking about Marist hurts. Physically. Like a piece of me is missing.
I am friends with someone who moved into our house. The house we lived in for 2 years.
And I completely block out the people and start looking at the walls behind them- the missing chunk of wall in the hallway that happened when we pulled the stickers off at the end of the year.
The stair railing that we used to hang over. We used to hang sheets up on the raining and play Nerf wars with boys next door.
And on Earth Hour we shut off every single light and played Nerf war in the dark.
Next to the stairs where the boys would come over and play Fulton Ball at 1 in the morning when I had to student teach the next day...
The hallway where we layed down and drew pictures to help April pass her drawing class.
The living room where we used to have dance parties every night. And real parties where people would vomit on our couch and pee on our coffee table.
I am missing so much. So many people. I know that this is supposed to be a new chapter in my life.
But I just feel stuck. I need to get out of here again.
I am friends with someone who moved into our house. The house we lived in for 2 years.
And I completely block out the people and start looking at the walls behind them- the missing chunk of wall in the hallway that happened when we pulled the stickers off at the end of the year.
The stair railing that we used to hang over. We used to hang sheets up on the raining and play Nerf wars with boys next door.
And on Earth Hour we shut off every single light and played Nerf war in the dark.
Next to the stairs where the boys would come over and play Fulton Ball at 1 in the morning when I had to student teach the next day...
The hallway where we layed down and drew pictures to help April pass her drawing class.
The living room where we used to have dance parties every night. And real parties where people would vomit on our couch and pee on our coffee table.
I am missing so much. So many people. I know that this is supposed to be a new chapter in my life.
But I just feel stuck. I need to get out of here again.