Welp.
THANKS FOR REMINDING ME, COACH. I NEEDED THAT.
But really, every time I go home for the holiday breaks - time stops, I sleep the days away, eat the nights away. I just can't be bothered to even crack open my laptop... SORRY. SORRY THAT I AM SUCH A BUM. I WILL RETURN TO DAILY POSTS FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE CHALLENGE. I did rediscover some stuff that I wrote back in high school. Wow - what was I even trying to say back then. To be disclosed on another date...
So, a place, huh?
Home. That is where my heart is, for sure. The air is always clean and sweet. The bright grass tickling the bottoms of my bare feet. Everyone's tucked into bed by 10 o'clock. Currently, my mother's house is not where I feel the definition of "home" though. My childhood home is rented out to a humongous Indian family. But all them memories. ALL OF THEM. The high ceilings, the kumquat tree in the backyard (my brother and I would guard the ripening fruits from pesky birds during the summer afternoons with water guns), the sapling in the front yard (that has since grown into a big tree) that we made mud pies around. The pots and buckets of aloe vera that we had growing back in the backyard. Walking to and from elementary and middle school. We discovered a park by taking the gate out of our backyard, crossing a bridge, jumping over a creek. Such were the days.
I'll find some old pictures. Eventually.
In the mean time, BABY EXPLORERS.
THE SUMMARY OF MY CHILDHOOD.
THANKS FOR REMINDING ME, COACH. I NEEDED THAT.
But really, every time I go home for the holiday breaks - time stops, I sleep the days away, eat the nights away. I just can't be bothered to even crack open my laptop... SORRY. SORRY THAT I AM SUCH A BUM. I WILL RETURN TO DAILY POSTS FOR THE REMAINDER OF THE CHALLENGE. I did rediscover some stuff that I wrote back in high school. Wow - what was I even trying to say back then. To be disclosed on another date...
So, a place, huh?
Home. That is where my heart is, for sure. The air is always clean and sweet. The bright grass tickling the bottoms of my bare feet. Everyone's tucked into bed by 10 o'clock. Currently, my mother's house is not where I feel the definition of "home" though. My childhood home is rented out to a humongous Indian family. But all them memories. ALL OF THEM. The high ceilings, the kumquat tree in the backyard (my brother and I would guard the ripening fruits from pesky birds during the summer afternoons with water guns), the sapling in the front yard (that has since grown into a big tree) that we made mud pies around. The pots and buckets of aloe vera that we had growing back in the backyard. Walking to and from elementary and middle school. We discovered a park by taking the gate out of our backyard, crossing a bridge, jumping over a creek. Such were the days.
I'll find some old pictures. Eventually.
In the mean time, BABY EXPLORERS.
THE SUMMARY OF MY CHILDHOOD.
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| Our general attitudes toward life clearly developed early in life. |
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