i love this house.
the imperfections is why.
creaks with every step.
1990's kitchen decor.
random water running through the pipes at random times.
there is no such thing as being quiet in this house.
you can hear everything.
i love this house.
to think i used to be ashamed of her.
wanting to get rid of her. to get something better.
there is nothing better.
not for this family.
she holds fourteen years of memories.
beanie baby and rubber band wars, daddy pulling us on a blanket, ceiling leaks during football games.
she has kept up well. she has kept us safe. she's been a good little house.
games of hide and go seek, soccer, and tag.
endless hours spent cooking and cleaning and being together.
breaking things and trying to figure out how to fix it before daddy sees it.
i love this house,
the memories it holds
and what it means to me.
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its a good house. its weird how they come to mean so much. :)
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