House
So this week I am feeding dogs and watering plants for friend's of the family, people who were once neighbors. I'll go there and I can see my old house. It makes me so sad. It looks familiar yet so ... different. Seeing it changed so much kinda feels like a punch in the gut. The house itself was repainted a kinda ugly yellow-brown color when it used to be a nice comforting blue. This part I am confused about -- connected on the left side of the house is the garage (which, for some reason, they left blue). HOWEVER, there is now an outdoor hallway type thing inbetween the house and the garage. I don't know if they made the garage smaller or if they kinda like, shifted everything to one side. I don't know. The front yard is a wreck. It was always so well kept before, so pristine. Now the rose bushes are gone and the grass is overgrown, looking like it has been abandoned for a year or two. The fountain on the front patio is also gone, and instead chicken wire is around the hole where it used to stand. The backyard ... all the grass is gone and a horse stable is set up, all the manzanita bushes have been cut down and the fruit trees seem as if they never existed.
The was the home I grew up in. And it's been destroyed. It breaks my heart to see that these people (and the people who lived there before) just don't care about it and now ... now it kinda looks like a white trash house. It makes me sad.
The was the home I grew up in. And it's been destroyed. It breaks my heart to see that these people (and the people who lived there before) just don't care about it and now ... now it kinda looks like a white trash house. It makes me sad.