I posted a picture on my Instagram yesterday of one of my old houses that I lived in when I was in high school. I moved around a few times when I was a junior in high school, and I lived in that house for the end of junior year and for all of my senior year of high school, until I moved to Utah for school. That house was the best house I ever lived in. Everything about it was so perfect. I mean, we had a projector in the basement and used it as a movie and video game room. How cool is that, right?
Totally!
Well, it got sold. My parents finally sold the thing.
The crappy thing about having divorced parents is that they downgrade completely and that means moving into smaller homes. My dad (and his gross girlfriend) lives one town over from my mom now, and she already closed on a smaller house because it's just her and my brother when he's there (my sister moved here to stay with me for her senior year of high school).
It's sad seeing that house go to other people, especially when I think about the time they lived in Texas when I lived in Texas. I hardly remember living there, honestly. But they kept that house in Washington and got a smaller house there. That they sold when they moved back to Washington soon after I moved back to Utah. It's whatever. Texas is dumb, don't ever go there.
That house was my home. I don't think any place I've lived since or will live will be as good as that house. That was the closest thing to home I've ever got. Until, ya know, when I die and then I go home to see Jesus. But that's, like, another story. And I'm being literal.
But anyway, the memories I had there were the best. The Bake-a-thon 2013 that Brooklyn, Hannah, Maddie, Shelby, Brielle, and Maddy will understand is always the first thing that comes to my head. Water balloon fights outside. The slip 'n slide. The freaking treehouse that's in the backyard that my sister and I wanted to live in for an entire summer but we couldn't because my parents heard on the news of a murderer being on the loose.
Freaking sneaking out at night and getting into cars owned by older high school and college aged boys and kissing them. It's fine. We'd kiss for awhile and then we'd go get Taco Bell or something. And then I'd sneak back it like a cliche, coming of age teenage movie starring Hilary Duff as me, probably. Just kidding. Probably Anna Sophia Robb. She's my celeb twin. Get over it.
I know I'll never go back to Washington because I have no need, but I loved that house. That was my house. It'll always be my house. Years from now, I want to maybe eventually go back there and talk to the owners and talk to them about all the adventures and fun times I had there. Plus on the bright side of all of this, my mom wants to move to Utah somewhere. Possibly in Logan, or possibly near where I live now. It's up in the air because of my brother and all of the things that she and my dad have set up, but I would LOVE if she took my brother and moved them down here.
Then I really wouldn't have a need for that place anymore. How absolutely fantastic of a thought is that?! (:
Anyway, I just wanted to talk about my old house and how much of a home it actually was. Plus it got me through summer 2013, and that was a very bad year for my health. Not as bad as summer 2014, but pain wise, it was the worst. I'm doing better though. I love where I live and the area is quite adorable.
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