I spoke too soon...
It looks like my days really are numbered here in the duplex, 30 days to be exact. I'm looking around this place drifting back to distant sweet memories. Scrumptious cookie dough in a silver mixer and two heaping spoon fulls for me and hodie. Opening the blinds to let a warm glow devour the living room while one baby learns to walk. Molding myself into the plush bean bag sipping a bubbling Pepsi after a stressful day of life. Watching him walk through the door, muddy boots and snow flakes on the rim of his hat, a cold nose and a warm smile. The sound of the heater kicking on.. Every wall has a memory, every piece of carpet has a foot print we've made. Every tile has an ant... (I had to put that in here, for memory sake)
You will be missed little duplex; the good and the bad. From the ants, and the crunchy leaves, to the laughter and the tears. The humbling experiences you've rendered and, especially not to be forgotten, to every beautiful memory you've helped create...
It looks like my days really are numbered here in the duplex, 30 days to be exact. I'm looking around this place drifting back to distant sweet memories. Scrumptious cookie dough in a silver mixer and two heaping spoon fulls for me and hodie. Opening the blinds to let a warm glow devour the living room while one baby learns to walk. Molding myself into the plush bean bag sipping a bubbling Pepsi after a stressful day of life. Watching him walk through the door, muddy boots and snow flakes on the rim of his hat, a cold nose and a warm smile. The sound of the heater kicking on.. Every wall has a memory, every piece of carpet has a foot print we've made. Every tile has an ant... (I had to put that in here, for memory sake)
You will be missed little duplex; the good and the bad. From the ants, and the crunchy leaves, to the laughter and the tears. The humbling experiences you've rendered and, especially not to be forgotten, to every beautiful memory you've helped create...
6 comments:
So, where are you going? and why?
like I said at staff meeting, you should seriously, write a book already!
Stacie??? I miss you already you have to come back and play again. I will call you and we can catch up even though I just talked to you, things change so fast I gotta keep up!
Where in the world did you learn to be so eloquent? I don't think you can learn that as well as you can do it. It must be a natural talent...I am SO jealous, lucky girl!
I have been telling you to write a book for ever. So since you don't listen to me then you can practice by writing my blog. I will send you pictures and updates of what we are up to. You just have to add beautiful words. I am sick of this wasted talent of yours!!!
PS. goodbye little apartment you and your ants will be missed.
hey where are you going to move to? How come you have to leave?
Wow Stacie...seriously...you are a really good writer! I feel like I've been to your home. Side note: Umm, I need your number. That way we can play but only if you want to.
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