how do people on tumblr become so interesting that people actually willingly ask them about their life like i’ve been here for
35 years and i’m pretty sure half of you don’t even know my name
I miss my old house
But more than that I miss the people that filled that space. I miss the experiences I had in that house, and also away from that house during the time I called it mine. I miss that time and the people who filled it. The nights on rooftops, the days on the porch. I miss the stories that were shared in those spaces and the people who told them. The events we would go to and the streets that would take us there.
So is it really the house I miss? Yes. But also so much more than that.
Now this is not to say, that the best days are all behind me. I’m only 23 and there is so much more opportunity for me in this life. But it’s hard to be excited about the future when I’m constantly longing for the past.
I will never be able to return to that house, the time is past, some people have moved, and the structure is gone, but a new ‘home’ can be built from memories that have not yet been made.
Here’s to the future.