After about four years, I went back to the place I grew up only to find that the house was inhabited again. It surprised me, because frankly it's a pretty ugly house. But, whoever's living in it now made it a LITTLE less hard on the eyes...
I went up to the door, knocked, and when no one answered, I decided it wasn't a very good idea to wander around the yard without anyone's permission. So, I went and walked around in the woods I used to play in as a child. Not much had changed, and yet a whole lot had at the same time. I was a little confused about it all.
In fact, I think I was so confused that I started crying. I wailed at the heavens that I missed and loved that place so much, but I wouldn't be able to stay there anymore. It was a strange sensation... being there all over again; I wanted to go and yet I really just wanted to lay down on the pine-needle-strewn ground and sleep there for the rest of eternity.
Sorrow and happiness, all rolled into one. I've never been so perplexed in my life.
VRaptorX
it's OK.
Lyssandra
You're right, because right after I started this thread, my friend Ashley called me and I ended up going to hang out in a tent with a whole bunch of people, which is always fun. Except after a while I seemed to always find myself on a guy named Vincent's lap.... excusable only in the fact that I was cold and I needed someone to hold me....
