it started with a picture in my head. . .

[throatsore]

I miss the way the N64 sat on top of the VCR/DVD player next to the TV in the corner. You could tell we'd just played when the controllers still dangled out half-way across the floor, cords tangled up. I miss the nasty sink in the kitchen, stained with splotches of paint and questionable masses in the drain, along with the random spagettio. I even slightly miss washing the dishes in that sink - alone with the music playing, or with someone to dry. I miss lighting candles and giving the cave a nice glow, or that perfect spooky feel. I miss the freedom to wander from room to room and the treasures I put in each. I miss the couches on the porch with the flipped cushion to hide that unsightly pink puke stain. I miss the dreams I had for what each room would become and the people they could hold. I miss waiting for my turn in the bathroom, blurry eyed and brain foggy, yelling "hurry up I have to pee!" I miss the fights over who dusted better or who did the dishes last and the secret conversations late at night curled up in bed, or on the floor. I miss telling Megan to put her seatbelt on and to stop smoking. I miss coming up with random adventures to the roof, late night runs through the park ninja style, chasing Bella down the road, shaking my boobs with the girls, and special trips just to Arby's.

I miss a lot and although I wouldn't go back, I wouldn't change a thing. Well, maybe my feet wouldn't have gotten splattered with pee. That might have been nice.