i find it appropriate to post tonight. it is my last night in this house, this room, this neighborhood. after 11 years of living here, i am moving. pretty much a walking distance away though so it's not that big a deal. this past week all ive been thinking about all the memories and everything.
i moved into this house in september when i was in kindergarten. i had previously been living over near 17 from when i was born till then. i dont remember much about the move, except coming over almost every week as the house was being built seeing what had been added. when it was built and things were being moved in i would sit in the room that was to be mine, and for hours id quietly play with my dolls. i dont remember much of my first few years in this hose except for random events and making new friends. also getting maggie and chloe when i was in first grade. eventually we picked a theme for my room and painted it a pretty sea foam green. it was supposed to have the american girl doll theme witha quilt and everything. elementary school is kinda a blur at the moment. there are a few thing i remember though. my neighborhood was always the greatest when the weather was warm. all the kids would spend hours playing in the street, wed all pretty much grown up together. but slowly everyone has moved away, and we are pretty much the only original family lef ton my street. and now we are leaving. i wish we werent, but i know i can finally be happy. after almost 4 years of almost always being miserable, maybe i can be okay now.
there will always be a few things about this house i will never forget:
-all my birthday slumber parties when we all stayed up so late
-spending summers in my pool
-endless conversations
-listening to an entire fob cd for the first time
i think its kinda the fall out boy thing that will always stick with me, because i pretty much remember it exactly. i had stolen take this to your grave from my brother and put it on my computer and couldnt stop listening to it. from then on i was in love. every fall out boy comcet i have been in this house. the next one i go to,i wont be coming home to this house, ill be going home to a different one.
im gonna miss this house, and everything thats happened in it over the past 11 years, but i know after almost 2 years of hell, there will finally be peace. no more screaming, no more cursine, no more name calling, no more smashing/breaking, no wondering if it will ever be better, no more of wondering when im gonna finally break, no more of seeing the person i hate the most.
thanks for the memories house. even though some of em werent that great.