Someone sold my house. Not the house I live in, but the house I wanted to buy. I am not in the market for buying a house really, but everytime I drove past this one house I just knew I had to have it. I never called the owner to look at it because I didn't want to do something crazy and try and buy it, but that I claimed it was my house. I saw the house once in the paper for sale and it was listing for $147,000 but I am positive I could have talked them down to $139. It had been on the market for at least eight months. I would drive past it and make comments like, "someone needs to mow my house's lawn," and, "the roses need trimed." I had a sick obsession with this house. I got really scared one day a few months back because I thought someone else had bought the house. I almost cried. Mike came home a few days ago and said, "I think someone bought your house. There were people taking boxes inside." I did cry that time. Damn houses.
The first apartment I lived in never felt like home. It was the first place I lived besides my parents house, and I could feel the lack of stability in the air; which could have just been animosity and tension because of who lived there, which is an entirely different story.
The next house I lived in was a disaster. It was an old duplex with hardwood floors throughout the entire place, minus Lindsay's room, and bugs loved it. I never unpacked my suitecases. it was the least home-like place I have ever lived.
My next apartment was my first home. It still feels like my home. I sometimes think that if I go up to the door and open it, all my stuff will still be there just I had never even left. I drive past it every so often just to see if someone else is living in it; and I am almost positive no one is. If I could move back into it, I would in a heartbeat. I loved that place.
I have lived in my current house for a little over a year. I like this place a lot. It has a ton of potential and I wish I could buy it most days. If I could, I know I would. It feels like home, but only because I think I need a sense of home right now. Everyone needs to feel like they belong somewhere, and even though I may be tricking myself into 'belonging' here, it works for the time being.
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Tam, School - I kind of miss the social aspect, but i don't miss Toni :)
I made the big box picture thing in Microsoft powerpoint, and I saved it as a jpeg, and then I inserted it in blogger. If that dosen't help, let me know :)
Miss you girl!!
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