My other home
Apr 30th, 2005 by Jon
I write this post from my other home. This is the place I took my
first steps, spoke my first words, rode my first bike, went to my first
school, and had my first of many accidents. I like it here because
it’s green and peaceful. There are cows and sheep and pigs and birds
and foxes and deer and friendly country folk!
Yes, this is my other home. My parents, my sister, and the family dog
live here. They always have. My mum was born in the house that they
live in today! We didn’t always live in this house. We used to live
in a bungalow about 30 seconds walk away. Some might think it a little
bit odd to move from one house to another which is a mere seven doors
or so away, but that’s what we did.
It’s a nice house with lots of nice memories. It’s full of things.
Maybe a few too many things, and no matter how many times my mum and
dad say they’re sorting it out, the things don’t seem to go away (other
than to a different room or a different shelf!). It’s their house
though, so what can I do.
Although I don’t live here anymore, I still have a bedroom. It’s not
changed that much. It just sits here waiting for the odd weekend or
family occasion when I return. It’s nice to know. Sometimes I think
it would make me more independent if there wasn’t a place I could come
back to, but deep down I’m very grateful.
So I’m here for the weekend. I’ve got no plans other than to be here.
I might watch some telly. I might go for a walk. I might just sleep.
It’s just nice to be home and to be fussed over a little.
But now it’s time for bed. Good night x
