Wanting to write about our old house, I grabbed photo albums to reacquaint myself with what it once was. We drove past it Saturday and it’s changed.
Flipping through the years, I was back in our living room glancing around. I heard Blue Kid cry from his crib. Saw the camera flash at birthday parties and on Christmas mornings. Felt the breeze of a summer evening as the three of us settled in for the night.
Yeah, it’s changed. It’s re-landscaped, re-painted and it’s missing the ivy that used to cover the stone chimney. It’s also missing us.
This old house has changed, gotten a makeover, doesn't know us anymore?
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Posted by: ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© | July 14, 2009 at 07:33 AM
*Sniff*
Posted by: blue girl | July 14, 2009 at 09:35 AM
It was probably a forced makeover.
Bastards!!
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | July 14, 2009 at 10:08 AM
lol
Posted by: blue girl | July 14, 2009 at 11:37 AM
It's not just missing you: it's missing who you once were.
Whenever possible, I try to look ahead, because looking back makes me sickeningly nostalgic--a chronic condition.
Posted by: Kathleen Maher | July 15, 2009 at 09:52 AM
You are so right, Kathleen. After I was done looking through those photo albums, I thought...Why didn't I just stab myself repeatedly in the heart with a fork? It would have been much less painful.
Posted by: blue girl | July 15, 2009 at 10:01 AM