To the People Who Live There Now

To the People Who Live There Now

I guess it’s no longer my house, it’s yours, but it’ll always be mine

It will always be my house no matter what I'm supposed to write in the address box but I guess it’s no longer my house, it’s yours, but it’ll always be mine

When you walk inside the house from the door that connects with the garage you can see a bright blue bedroom on the other end of the house. That's where I left tears stained into the floor when the boy I liked turned out to like my best friend instead. It’s the room where I feel asleep with the biggest smile on my face because I knew when I woke up the next morning the living room would be filled with presents. The room where at some times was so dirty there was a path from the door to my bed because the struggle of finding the perfect outfit every morning resulted in wrinkled clean clothes covering the floor.

The bathroom down the hall has a giant cabinet under the sinks. My mom claimed that we were supposed to keep towels there but more often than not you could find my little brother there trying to scare first thing in the morning while you’re brushing your teeth.

The bright orange room attached to the house probably still echoes of laughter from late nights with my best friends. Sleeping on the pull out couch become almost a weekly routine sometimes during the summer. There used to be a trampoline in the backyard, you could even find us out there at one or two in the morning if we were bored enough, regardless of how many layers we had to put on to stay warm.

The front steps are missing a railing because my best friend ran into them while playing kickball in the front lawn. Standing there is where I had my first kiss. There were two railings at the time and it’s a good thing or I would have probably fallen into the flower bed.

I’m surprised the corner of the kitchen counter doesn’t have a permanent imprint of my butt because I spent hours sitting there having life talks with my mom as she cooked dinner.

The living room was painted yellow and pink about 8 years ago, it took my mom almost a week to finish it all, I remember her yelling at me for walking under the ladder saying I was going to have seven years of bad luck (I didn’t, but that would explain A LOT).

There was once a treadmill in the corner of the living room which was used for about two weeks for exercise. The next five years it collected dust and was never touched again.

It’s the same room where not a year later I hugged my sobbing brother because he found out grandma went to heaven.

And not two months after that did I hold that same brother, in the same room as he screamed at my parents telling them he just wanted to say goodbye to his best friend. We were laying on a dog bed because when we came home from school we learned we no longer had a use for the bed as we were now without any pets.

It’s the house where on any given Sunday morning you could find all the windows open and my mom blasting Sweet Caroline from the kitchen while cleaning.

The house where my dad would come home from work to find all the doors open with the A/C blasting and he'd yell at us because we didn’t live in a barn.

My parents room was the place to be when we were younger. But it was also the place where we came home from vacation to a half eaten rabbit on the floor. The room where every morning at 6:48 my dad was standing at the window hitting the automatic start to his car because winter in Upstate NY is brutal.

The driveway is cracked all over but has been written in chalk up and down the entire stretch.

All these memories, good, bad, ugly, insignificant at the time they were happening but I hold so true to my heart now.

So blast Sweet Caroline, sit on the corner of the kitchen counter, use every color of chalk in the box, play catch in the backyard with your dog, kiss on the front steps, leave the windows and doors open, laugh until you cry, cry until your stomach hurts. Live and embrace life.

I know I don’t live there anymore, so all I ask is enjoy that house. It may be small and far from town. But it’s home. Treat it well and love every second living there.

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14 Things You Relate To If You Grew Up WithOUT Any Cousins

*GASP* "What, you really don't have any cousins?"


It always shocks every person who hears me state that I do not have any cousins. For some reason, this is just hard for people to really believe when it's actually not something impossible. I think we are all just so used to large families that it sounds weird when people say that they have no cousins. Yet, it is definitely a potential reality, and actually impossible if each of your parents is the only child to your grandparents.

Here are 14 things that you can relate to if you grew up without any cousins.

1. Nobody believes you when you say that you don't have any cousins

I'm serious, for the tenth time.

2. Your grandparents spoil you

With no other grandchildren to worry about, it's pretty easy to do.

3. You don't understand when people say that cousins are your first best friends

My best friend was my first best friend.

4. You and your siblings are always the youngest people at family events

This was simultaneosuly a good thing and a bad thing.

5. You get all of the attention at holidays

Since you're the youngest one around, then distant relatives are always doting over you.

6. Everything you do is deemed awesome by your extended family because there is nobody to compete with

It's much easier to be praised when you aren't being compared to someone similar to your age.

7. You don't know how to hold babies

You're never around them so why would you?

8. Family photos are pretty easy to coordinate

The less people, the easier.

9. Other family members spoil you just because 

Afterall, you are the only kid around...

10. The family will make comments regarding the potential for you to have a cousin as a justification for why they aren't doing something for you

When you hear, "I can't buy you too much because someday your aunt is going to have kids and I will have to do the same for them" you cringe and just had to know that all of the attention wouldn't last forever.

11. Birthdays are always a big deal

A perk of not having very many to remember.

12. If your parents' siblings own pets, then you refer to the animal as your cousin

Cat cousins, dog cousins, lizard cousins, and fish cousins can be pretty cool, actually.

13. Sometimes you dream of marrying into a big family

This is to ensure that your kids do grow up with cousins.

14. You appreciate the closeness of your tight-knit fam

Maybe the only thing you would miss if you had a big family is the opportunity to develop such close bonds with the few relatives that you do have.

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