My wonderful home! Blog 8

For 18 years I lived in an amazing house. It was a huge, brown, and warm house that sat right smack dab in the middle of 9acres. You can’t miss the sound of our baahing sheep that reside in the huge pasture that sat next to the huge 2 car garage. It’s as if they were welcoming every person that came into our drive, to me they were extremely annoying. I soon found out that my dad had gotten them for me to show in 4-H, I was completely not interested in this, so they soon found home in the barn. Every spring the mammas produced beautiful baby lambs and every year I got to name them. That seemed to be the only time I was interested was when they were babies. The garage holds my dad’s and stepmom’s Harleys, their summer cars, and so many tools! There is a huge porch that wrapped around my house and also connected the back breezeway to our pool. That pool was something when I was young. It was so nice to dip into the cool fresh water of our underground swimming pool after a long softball game in the scorching heat. Those memories were precious to me. When I was younger I would pack a lunch and some dog treats for my golden retriever, Jesse. The two of us would venture out into the woods, pretending to be adventurous explorers. She always stayed by side never to let anything harm me. We’d play in the creek, find cool new rocks on the creekbed, and just have the time of our lives. She was all I needed when I was young. It’s hard going to my dad’s house now because soon that house will be sold. He too has moved on a bought a new house. The for sale sign sits in the yard, sometimes I want to yank it out, but that house no longer fits for my dad and stepmom. I come home frequently, usually to grab some of my dad’s home cooked French fries, and to see my best friend of 13 years, Jesse. It’s hard to see the gray wash that has covered her face, and to see her slowly saunter over to where I am sitting, just to get a back rub. It seems like only little time has passed since we were exploring the acres of my home together and playing tag in the pasture. But seeing her reminds me that it was forever ago. I sometimes wonder to myself why I chose to live in my apartment in Crawfordsville? It doesn’t seem as homey or inviting as my dad’s house does. I feel grownup, but somehow I don’t’ feel as if it’s right. I just wish I could go back and feel the sunshine warmly touch my face through the wooded trees, with Jesse splishing and splashing in the creek; and not having a care in the world!