House

I'm thinking about this house. About how I lived here for 17 years and then I was a guest for like 20 years. And now it's mine. How weird is that?

I was walking up the stairs tonight....and I realized that I don't really remember what it was like to walk up these same stairs 26 years ago. When I was a kid. When I was a teenager. When I was almost a grown-up.

The stairs had carpet then. And I had parents. And the computer room was a play room. When the guest room was my bedroom. When I slept in the same bed as my sister. When us big kids were little.

I'm half in the bag and it's weird. And this house will be around my neck For. Ever.

Weird.