I officially declare UOP my new home. Since I no longer feel like I have a home in SoCal anymore - my family has dispersed in all directions. My mom is at my grandma's, my two older bros have their own apartment, my other bro and sister are both OOS for school and I'm up here, at UOP. While I stayed at my grandma's for the rest of my summer after the move, it's not home.
I went back to socal for the weekend. I visited my old home - where a new family now resides. It tore my heart a little, to see that my pink doll house no longer pink, to see that there was a foreign (to my eyes) car in the driveway, to see new porch lights and actual furniture on the balcony. To know that I couldn't just walk up to the door, unlock it, walk in, yell "hi 'ma, i'm home!" and walk straight up to my room and just chill, well. It actually hurt.
I lived in that house for over nine years of my life that have been especially dear to me. So much as happened in that house. It was, truly, a home. My home.
I still can't believe that a new family lives there now. Damn.
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