things i will miss at the end of it all

it's the eighteenth now and i have less than a week left of the serenity that cocks it's head my way living in this house. it's backbreaking to think of leaving, even now. i'm going to miss the careful things. i'm going to miss my baby oak tree that's branches dangle over the pool, i'm going to smiss the squirrell that has somehow become a best friend i can only compare to wilson from home improvement. i'm going to miss sitting sideway in the chair to watch tv (there is no other way the furniture fits). i'm going to miss having one tv that i watch movies on and another for television because the big tv won't get reception. i'm going to miss mowing the yard when it's three hundred degrees. i'm going to miss people knocking on my window at three am because they got in an argument with their boyfriend best friend old friend new friend parents everyone does this, i'm going to miss sleeping alone but only because i want to. i'm going to miss the fact that all the pictures in my room are different sizes and hand at diefferent heights from the ceiling giving the room a jagged feel. i'm going to miss reading living at the movies on the can and humming soul coughing tunes while i take drunk pisses. i going to miss the towel rack that ozzy broke when he was drunk and stumbling around. i'm going to miss the toilet paper that has to sit on the tank because there is no roll holder, i'm going to miss having a porch the size of massachusets. i'm going to miss going to bed at seven and stumbling my way in. i'm going to miss the way the hallways line up. i'm going to miss not missing things about this house.

2002-09-19 | 10:45 a.m.
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