I miss...
... that crappy house I grew up in. It was my home.
... my room, with the hardwood floor, the cabinet my dad made me, and my bunk bed that I shared with my brother.
... the old wood furnace/fireplace that didn't work.
... perhaps the ugliest carpet I've ever seen (complete with burn spots that were my fault).
... the exposed water heater.
... no siding, not all of the shingles, no drywall and no floor in parts of the kitchen.
... the shower door.
... the spindles.
... my back yard, the spruce trees, the fire pit, and the tire on the old tree stump.
... the utility room, and going into the attic for my mom.
... riding my bike around the block, until dark, every day.
... going to the shop, helping my dad with cabinets, and being his official trash burner.
... lunches from Easy Shoppe with dad.
... standing over the furnace on cold days with my mom so we could both warm up.
... those old concrete steps that I never was able to bust up with the sledge hammer.
... mowing our yard.
... getting the paper for my neighbors.
... that tree in the front yard (the one that I accidentally mowed down, but didn't die).
... our Christmases.
... family movies on the weekends.
... waiting for thunderstorms to get channel 24.
... having my friends over for the night.
... mom, dad, Courtney, Joe, and me, all in that crappy house.
I miss my home.
