Village Idiot
09-14-06, 07:03 PM
...of memories packed in boxes and bags, headed for a new destination.
as i drove my son back to his dorm sunday evening we spoke about the move...."your room wont be your room anymore." the patio where i grilled perfectly seared meats, not mine at the end of the month. the good times, the hard times, the comfort zone in my recliner, the pitch black trek to the bathroom at 3am thats burnt into my brain........useless. gone, all gone.
i hate moving.
i guess i'll find myself driving "home" from time to time only to realize i'm going the wrong way.
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as i drove my son back to his dorm sunday evening we spoke about the move...."your room wont be your room anymore." the patio where i grilled perfectly seared meats, not mine at the end of the month. the good times, the hard times, the comfort zone in my recliner, the pitch black trek to the bathroom at 3am thats burnt into my brain........useless. gone, all gone.
i hate moving.
i guess i'll find myself driving "home" from time to time only to realize i'm going the wrong way.
3