Monday, June 15, 2009

My House . . .

A year I’ve been here now, behind doors that lock out the rest of the world and windows that let in the sun.

A year I’ve been walking from room to room now and again saying MY bathroom, MY Kitchen, My Bedroom, MY walk in closet, MY Living room, MY HOUSE!

I do this and I cry, because I still cannot quite believe it is all real.

2 comments:

Lori D said...

Sounds like healing to me. :)

Samantha said...

Yeah, it's something I really didn't think was ever going to happen five years ago. What I didn't mention in my post is this iis the first time I've lived alone, in my own home, with no one else running (ruining?) my life in 20 years. That in and of itself is scary. I don't feel old enough for it to have been 20 years ago you know what I mean?