My New Old House
So, I'm back in the house I grew up in.
Actually, I'm basically certain I'm writing this from the spot the fire began in. It looks totally different from what it did 18 months ago. My dad decided to invest the insurance money in the real estate, so we expanded a bit, and now the computer I'm writing on is sitting on a brand new granite breakfast island, with a lovely kitchen that I'm dying to use, but every now and then I get lost in the internerds, forget where I am, and go, "oh yeah, holy fuck."
I wish I had before and after pics of this house. I wish I had my mother to love it with me. But I know she loves it too.
Actually, I'm basically certain I'm writing this from the spot the fire began in. It looks totally different from what it did 18 months ago. My dad decided to invest the insurance money in the real estate, so we expanded a bit, and now the computer I'm writing on is sitting on a brand new granite breakfast island, with a lovely kitchen that I'm dying to use, but every now and then I get lost in the internerds, forget where I am, and go, "oh yeah, holy fuck."
I wish I had before and after pics of this house. I wish I had my mother to love it with me. But I know she loves it too.