walking around the house without furniture is strange. it hasn’t been this way since may of 2014 when my parents first bought it. i spent my first night here sleeping on the ground in what would become my brother’s room, as I was avoiding summer class enjoying the ac. tonight, i find myself ready to go as things have grown weary in this house. almost like i’ve outstayed my welcome in athens. only one family lived in this house before us and rumor is the owner died in here, presumably the master bedroom, where i’m sleeping for the next few nights.
i’ve had many brilliant personal epiphanies coming to and from these past two and a half years. i wrote many writings of personal importance in the first room to the right upstairs. the first summer here my dad gave me advice on a girl while we were planting corn seeds in the garden. the next he’s giving me advice on women in general, and this last i’m listening to him give me game on life and the love that comes with it. my mom is in love with this house and i can tell she doesn’t want to see it go, but little does she know i have plans of buying her a new house with the kitchen of her dreams, one where my kids will do nothing but listen to my dad tell stories, as they’re proof i listened to his advice on life and the love it comes with it.
-ratha, 2.26.17, 12:21am