“What are the earliest memories of the place you lived in as a child? Describe your house. What did it look like? How did it smell? What did it sound like? Was it quiet like a library, or full of the noise of life? Tell us all about it, in as much detail as you can recall.” -The Daily Post
My family’s home hasn’t changed much over the years. When my sister was born, I was five and home became a much louder place. That was definitely one difference. Oh and the rooms used to be painted black, white, gray, (and green…?) but we eventually redid them in shades of brown, beige, maple, and more.
We didn’t always have a large deck in our backyard. Or a pool and hot tub. Or a trampoline and playground. Okay, I actually take back what I said.
We’ve made a lot of changes to our house over the past 18 years but they were spaced out enough that home always felt like home and there was never a time where our home was *not* changing in some way, shape, or form so I never got used to things being one way or another.
I knew I’d miss home once I left for college and now I know I was right. I’m not having issues being away from it but it would be nice to go back nevertheless.