Whenever I head back to the South to spend time with my rents I am often reminded that I actually used to live in this house.
I look forward to the days I visit usually heading straight to my old bedroom instead of doing my usual habit/routine of going for the fridge. That part follows right after though.
I see my old stereo with its broken tape deck and cd player (oh right, and the radio doesn't work either. I have the most useless stereo ever), dusty dolls and teddy bears I've had since I was about 5, yearbooks, terrible paintings I did in high school which were unnecessarily framed, diplomas (also framed), baby pictures, photo albums and the one thing that any teenager considered a dream come true... a tv. Well, if it's not a tv then it's a telephone.
I look forward to the days I visit usually heading straight to my old bedroom instead of doing my usual habit/routine of going for the fridge. That part follows right after though.
I see my old stereo with its broken tape deck and cd player (oh right, and the radio doesn't work either. I have the most useless stereo ever), dusty dolls and teddy bears I've had since I was about 5, yearbooks, terrible paintings I did in high school which were unnecessarily framed, diplomas (also framed), baby pictures, photo albums and the one thing that any teenager considered a dream come true... a tv. Well, if it's not a tv then it's a telephone.
Every teenage girl needs their own phone (these were days before the existence of Nokia 3210s... best phones ever!)
Whenever I'm in my bedroom I am haunted by how extremely comfortable my life was growing up. Looking back at it now leaves me with a slight ache regretting those many moments from when I was younger of yearning for that day I would be a "grown up". Though personally, I don't think anybody ever grows up. Not completely anyway. I don't think I've made much progress.
My old bedroom serves as a reminder of where I used to be and how far away I am from it. It reminds me how alone we are because nothing lasts forever. Except Freddie Mercury.
Whenever I'm in my bedroom I am haunted by how extremely comfortable my life was growing up. Looking back at it now leaves me with a slight ache regretting those many moments from when I was younger of yearning for that day I would be a "grown up". Though personally, I don't think anybody ever grows up. Not completely anyway. I don't think I've made much progress.
My old bedroom serves as a reminder of where I used to be and how far away I am from it. It reminds me how alone we are because nothing lasts forever. Except Freddie Mercury.
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