I miss my old house so much. It means everything to me when it comes to inanimate objects. I'd have none of my current problems if my grandmother never sold it. So many memories. It was the first and only house my grandmother and grandfather ever lived in together. My mom and her brothers grew up there. It's always been my only true home since I was born. It was basically in the middle of the woods, so I'd always walk around and admire the calmness of it. It was the feeling of complete disconnect from the busy street and life that otherwise surrounded me. It was perfect.
...there was going to be more to this post, but I've got to run and grab some black thread from Eric.
to be continued?