→ 23 Oct 13 at 2 am
Can I go home now?
I’ve been looking for this picture forever. It’s my house. By the time I get to come back in December it will look like this. Grass dry and brown, my dad’s little boat out by the side, and our wreaths on every window. The foundation was built in 1905, the windows are huge, and the wall paper is more ore less original, the wood floors creak, and depending on who’s coming up the stairs you can tell by the song the floor sings, unique to each family members weight. We have one cat and he’s king of the house. This picture is old though, we crashed that car, I was actually in the car, it sort of flipped. I was fine, messed up my foot but I’m all healed now.