It’s really good being home.
My stuff is moved around,
and the only things left that are mine in my room are my collage/bulletin board, some dresses that wouldn’t fit with my 395829 others at school, my little model Ford F-150 truck my dad bought me for my 16th birthday (yes, not a full sized one), my guitar, a million notebooks half-filled, and a teetering bookshelf filled to the brim with books.
But I think these few things are a really good representation of me.
But beyond that, my parents are my home.
And I am with them.
And I feel like I have a minute to take the really deep breath that I’ve been needing to take for a while.
And I am very thankful for that.
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mitchduperree said:
i’m with my parents too!! (:
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