I love pictures. Not only do I love to take them, but I love to hang them. I love having people's faces all over my walls and on my mirrors and behind my door, all over. To be surrounded by faces of people that you love, what more could you need? So if you walked into my room right now you would wonder, where are all her pictures?
My walls are bare, for the first time in about four years, there is nothing on the walls of this room except for the dry erase calender that I just haven't taken down yet. There are no pictures, no artwork, no crafts from summers past. If you looked into my closet, you'd see even less. There is no abundance of clothing, there is a basket of shoes, a yellow traffic cone (don't ask to many questions), and a fan I bought this summer at camp when it was hot as all get out!
I'm moving out.
That through struck me this morning when my little sister (God Bless her heart) stood awkwardly at the door and told me, "Maddie it's snowing, but the sun is shining"...she seems to think that my groggy self cares about the weather (i don't...at all). But it's the fact that soon, I'll be living in a house with my husband. And it will be quiet. There won't be a little brother playing video games outside my door, there won't be dogs that I hate with a violent passion upstairs, there won't be Dad who gets grumpy about throwing toilet paper down the stairs, there will be quietness. Solitude, even though I'll be living with another human being.
I'm moving out.
My walls are bare.
And you know what?
It's just plain weird. :)
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