My repetend for this narrative will be the fact that I go to my native place at least once or twice a week to check the mail for my Grandfather who lives in Florida 11 months out of the year. I am the only family member who checks up on the house throughout the week. Checking the mail will be my repetend that occurs every week in my actual life and throughout my twitterive. I will also be adding a picture of the actual mailbox to give the mailbox some life to my story. I will also refer to the mailbox as the "gold box". I feel that this "gold box" is the only thing that actually shines in the house anymore.
Here are some of the Tweets that express my feelings on the situation:
*Sometimes I wish for just 1 more Easter or Christmas there but that's a wish that'll never come true #twitterive
*I will always have my memories of happy times here, but they are fading quickly #Twitterive
*Am I really the only one who cares about this place? The family never comes here anymore as if it never existed in the 1st place #twitterive
*The yellowness of the house used to symbolize happiness like sunshine and now it just looks horrible #Twitterive
*I miss the tire swing, tee ball equipment, mini golf set, shed, bikes, and everything that used to make this place home for me #twitterive
*Sometimes I enjoy going there to check the mail and other times I never wanna look at the house the way it is today #twitterive
*The house that built me is no longer that same house #Twitterive
*Even the garden has changed and its no longer "Nanas Garden" #Twitterive #ChangesAreHard
All of these tweets will be integrated into my Twitterive in different sections. I will talking about the good times and the bad times that I've experienced in that house since I was a year old. I will be talking about the many differences that appear today since the place is not a home anymore to both my grandparents.