home

Home decor is my last defense against the real world and whatever a 401K is, so I will spend as long as I can collecting my bric-a-brac that sparks a very specific kind of joy. 

The little girl wondered to herself if it was worth it. Was all this pain and labor worth the trouble for a year or two of romance?

In retrospect, the nostalgia of my sad songs playlist will always bring me back to that space under the loft, feeling hopeless and crying in the quiet after midnight. Since then, these sad songs have also given me the strength to change the course of my well-being.

My grandfather lives still, as wisps and whispers and memories of a laugh long gone. No matter where he is, no matter where he goes, he always, always returns home.

I went back to visit you. I only observed you from the outside, but you seemed different. The years must have separated us from each other. Even though you were no longer ours, there were still some of our emblems marked on you, some indications that you had been ours at some point in your existence.

The feeling of home I felt living in my hometown for 17 years is not the feeling of home I feel now.

If you could see them everyday / if they could see you everyday / they would see

Perhaps everyone being home made me realize how lonely growing up can be — how the quest for independence feels a little less daunting when home base is right there.

Everyone has thought of their dream houses before. But chances are, that was a long, long time ago. However, I recently had a sudden urge to revisit my childhood dream house.

Believe it or not, our beloved college town has a charming doppelganger just northwest of Denver.