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Mar 20, 2006 02:19

My dream house isn't so much a place. I've never seen it that way, anyway. Sometimes there may be a fireplace, others a hot tub or a pool, and others a one room apartment. The way it looks doesn't matter so much. Though since Sophie's been... Gone. I never picture my dream house without that picture of the boats anymore. Call it my last salute to the woman that I loved.

No, the place doesn't matter to me. It's the feeling. My ideal place is so wrapped up in the people, that it's inseperable. My dream home would be a place that I would always be welcome. People would always be happy to see me, miss me when I was gone, and never treat me like I was invisible. I would matter. In a way that I quite possibly never did as a young adult or child. There'd be open arms and smiles. Holiday celebrations and traditions. And family. Family is so important. I just... I want to feel like I'm a part of something.

I felt that way once. This last Thanksgiving. I actually felt like I was a part of a family. I saw what it was supposed to be like. And that's what I want. In my dream home there's a whole big extended family, all ready to welcome me with open arms, and talk and laugh together. Like normal people. Like a family is supposed to. Like Lee's family. That's what I want.
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