it hit me tonight that most of my childhood was actually in the same house. we didn’t move until I was in fifth grade. but that was when the cute phase ended anyway. the best years of childhood were all in that gray house in rowlette texas. kindergarten through fourth grade. my parents talk about that place like it was run down and small, and all that they could find or afford when they were moving to texas. but I remember it as the house with the pink walls in our room, where I got to sleep in a top bunk bed. I remember lining up all of my stuffed animals on my bed and talking to them, and truly thinking that I wasn’t alone. I remember setting up our play kitchen in the closet and using it as my detective desk. and just sitting, in the closet, waiting for someone to approach me to solve a mystery. playing outside. running around one of those hose sprinklers in our swimsuits. putting leaves on the end of sticks and pretending to roast marshmallows around a pretend fire. so much pretending. so much playing dress up.
I haven’t been able to remember my childhood lately. I think it’s because I forgot where it took place. but it’s all coming back to me now. that was a nice time, yeah.
I thought this dog was going to sleep but apparently she gets up every half hour and starts pacing around again. lol. having two pets in my apt tonight reminded me of how I used to surround myself with stuffed animals as a kid, to feel like I had company. I am realizing more and more that I don’t like sleeping alone. in college sometimes I would sleep with my bible in my bed because it made me feel comforted. of course, we are never really alone. I will cherish the memories of nights with only god and my cat. the sweet moments when astrid lay down next to me that only god and I witnessed. but truly, i’ll be so grateful to sleep next to h. companionship is such blessing. ok goodnight
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