Don't Forget Me When You Go

With the late evening sunlight streaming through the trees and the stale smell of the old pole barn, a curious vibe went through the atmosphere. She approached the piano; it was an antique. There were cobwebs on the cover. She ran her finger along the thick layer of dust that had accumulated over the years. Who knows how long it had been sitting here, abandoned. She didn't care- she lifted the cover and began to play. Beautifully out-of-tune music filled the stale barn to the brim and leaked out the sides. It was like a scene from a movie, her playing her heart out in that old abandoned pole barn.

There's No Place Like Home

As I sit here on my bed making eye contact with nothing but the bare walls, I have mixed feelings inside.

Today began my vigorous room-cleaning and packing up various things to move. Also, I can't believe how empty it looks in here just because I took loads of pictures and memories off the wall. We're only moving like, 30 minutes away but still. This is a big change. Don't get me wrong- I'm excited to move into a new house in a new town with new people after living here for all of my life. It's gonna be an adventure, to say the least. But I will miss it here. I've grown up here, and this will always be my home. This will always feel like my home. I guess the next place will just be a house until I've lived there for awhile. My old life will soon be packed up in boxes, anxiously waiting to be carried away by strange people who get paid to drop us off at a new life. My rose-pink walls will forever hold these memories. They will always stay alive here.

"There's no place like home" takes on a whole new meaning for me. You know, you've been there: you had a stressful, long day at school or work and you come home. You flop on the couch and chill out. It's your safe haven, of a sort. For awhile, I'll just come back to my house. Eventually this new house will be my home, but until then, it's open season for change.

Thank you for reading another one of my rants.

Wonderstruck

There's a window in your room and when you open it, the frigid winter air surges in and goosebumps form on your arms. Nonetheless, you put your head out the window and peer into the inky black of the woods, the moon eerily reflecting off of the freshly fallen snow. You can barely make out the frosted tips of the trees, everything dusted in five inches of fluffy heaven. Memories of summer resurface. The flawless, carefree days spent with your best friend. Sleeping in past noon. It was all so perfect and you didn't have to worry about homework, classes, drama, or school events. But you welcome the winter gladly. It's the perfect time to hide under blankets and sweatshirts and sweatpants and to warm up with hot cocoa. You are wonderstruck at the beauty of winter. You look forward to the weekends, waking up to a wonderland in your backyard. The simple feeling of coming inside from a long day at school and shutting the front door to the gray world trying to creep in and haunt you is so satisfying. You feel cozy during winter, because you can settle down, go with the flow, and do your own thing. All of a sudden the chill becomes too cold to bear. You shut the window, and close off your room to the harsh yet beautiful season. Even though you'd rather not, you bring your mind back to reality. Winter is closing in, and it's bittersweet. The only thought that consoles you is that soon enough you'll be settled into the silence of winter. You put Owl City on on your iPod and fight through another night of insomnia.


Just dreaming of winter.