Unfamiluar
I sit in a large room, mostly unfamiluar- but slowly growing on me. Hardwood floor, purple carpet, and small 13 inch pink hello kitty television.
Another new beginning–in a long line of new and newer beginnings. What is to become of it all? What memories will grow and fade with this new backdrop as the setting? Will i look back and smile? shake my head with shame? double over with laughter? cry?
Right now its just a dark mostly empty room, new sounds coming in from the open windows, the scent of newness being replaced with the mixture of living and loving. The scent of half eatten pizza sitting next to me.
how much of a home will this home become? and how long will it last?
