Even the door is different.........
Prologue
Until I heard of the Twitterive I never acknowledged my feelings toward my native place.
The inspiration that came to me for my Twitterive is from the changes that I have seen in a house that I remember in a totally different way. I started questioning my feelings and asking myself why I felt so strongly about my family house. At first I thought that I was being childish for having such mean feelings toward a house that I once
loved but then I realized that I should not apologize for my feelings. Just because my grandparents got divorced and our family house is changing and may even get sold doesn't mean it is the end of the world but sometimes I feel like it is. Each week I am asked by my Pop-Pop to drive over to our house and check the mail. I was asked to do this because my Pop-Pop lives in his second home in Venice Beach, Florida most of the year. Ever since my grandparents divorced years ago, he rarely spends time here in New Jersey. Someone must take care of the house while he is gone. My father does things such as cut the grass and I am in charge of checking the mail at least twice a week for him. I've decided to write about the changes that I've noticed as I go back each week to check the mail and how I feel about them.
The inspiration that came to me for my Twitterive is from the changes that I have seen in a house that I remember in a totally different way. I started questioning my feelings and asking myself why I felt so strongly about my family house. At first I thought that I was being childish for having such mean feelings toward a house that I once
loved but then I realized that I should not apologize for my feelings. Just because my grandparents got divorced and our family house is changing and may even get sold doesn't mean it is the end of the world but sometimes I feel like it is. Each week I am asked by my Pop-Pop to drive over to our house and check the mail. I was asked to do this because my Pop-Pop lives in his second home in Venice Beach, Florida most of the year. Ever since my grandparents divorced years ago, he rarely spends time here in New Jersey. Someone must take care of the house while he is gone. My father does things such as cut the grass and I am in charge of checking the mail at least twice a week for him. I've decided to write about the changes that I've noticed as I go back each week to check the mail and how I feel about them.
The Golden Box Awaits Me...
As I walk up to the front door I have flash backs of the way
things used to be here. Upon pulling in the driveway I thought it would always be a warm welcome when I came here but now the only greeting I get is from the golden box. Ironically, the box never speaks or moves but allows me to have some type of connection to the people who are no longer at this house.
things used to be here. Upon pulling in the driveway I thought it would always be a warm welcome when I came here but now the only greeting I get is from the golden box. Ironically, the box never speaks or moves but allows me to have some type of connection to the people who are no longer at this house.
I used to pull on the strings allll day #twitterive
This CooCoo Clock used to be my favorite thing to play with as a child.
I never used to be able to reach both strings when I was younger
but as I got taller the clock took more of a beaten.
I remember smiling every time the bird came out of the
house and I heard that familiar sound.
The sound of that bird reminds me that the house may look different but it is still the same yellow house.
I never used to be able to reach both strings when I was younger
but as I got taller the clock took more of a beaten.
I remember smiling every time the bird came out of the
house and I heard that familiar sound.
The sound of that bird reminds me that the house may look different but it is still the same yellow house.
And Again, the Golden Box Awaits Me, Week After Week
The only Evidence that a child has ever been here....
Is the Bathroom my Safe Place from all the Changes?
I remember standing on the back of the toilet looking out the window as Pop-Pop mowed the lawn.
This is the only room in the entire house that has stayed the same over the past fifteen years.
The pink and grey room comforts me in a way that no other room in the house can ironically.
There was once a time when I couldn't see myself in the mirror and now I look into the mirror and see the sadness I feel.
This is the only room in the entire house that has stayed the same over the past fifteen years.
The pink and grey room comforts me in a way that no other room in the house can ironically.
There was once a time when I couldn't see myself in the mirror and now I look into the mirror and see the sadness I feel.
Empty or full, it always brings me back to the house.....
My Biggest Fear May Come True.....
The day that I see a for Sale Sign on the front lawn of my Native Place will be the day that I face my biggest fear and accept that my memories will forever only be memories
Afterword
What other genres can I add?
Can you recognize my repetend?
Can you recognize my repetend?