The House That Built Me

Phew, the holidays are over. Don't get me wrong, I do love that certain time of the year, it's just that I am happy that it's over.



Moving on.




2014 is going to be a big year, and I can feel it, I can feel it in my BONES. Yeah, I feel it that deep.


Maybe not anything HUGE and monumental will happen, but I am definitely putting things into the works, I am getting things going and that is what counts, that is where I feel the changes.


Taking a walk today, I heard a song, a song that instantly brought tears to my eyes and made me think of home. It's called "The House That Built Me" by Miranda Lambert. Brought back many, many memories. Not just my home town, but my actual home, where I grew up...


Where I filmed a video with my brother and we talked about my dad having "big teeth"


Where I performed a dance routine for my mom and my brother in the living room, on a skateboard...and wouldn't you know it...I slipped right off of it and flew into a table. Got a shiner that could have rivaled a boxer's.


Where I had my first kiss in the garage and ran inside vowing never to do THAT AGAIN. Hahaha. I feel bad for that guy....he was a teenage boy with hormones raging and I was a terrified little girl inside. Oh well...


Where I had my first REAL GROWN up kiss, right on my front porch, after that kiss, I wanted to do THAT over and over again. (Smoochie! Smoochie!)


Where my brother and I built forts in the living room out of ALL the blankets in the entire house.


Where I stole $5 from my brothers room, asked him to clean mine for $5. (He still won't let me live that down.)


Where I played "Sizzler" with my very best friend growing up. And how I can't even remember how we played that, I just remember that we did.




Where I used to fall asleep on the couch at night and magically wake up in my bed the next morning.


Where if I had  a nightmare in the middle of the night, all it would take is to crawl into mom's bed and the bad dream would disappear.


So many memories. Makes me miss my growing up years, where everything was so simple, so easy, so innocent. Where your biggest worry was if you had finished your packet of homework or if the boy that sits next to you thinks your cute. (cuz, my goodness, he was sooo cute!)


It's a different story now, you have to make choices that could change the course of your entire life. You have to pay your bills, you have to buy your own toilet paper. Toothpaste doesn't just magically appear in your bathroom, ready to brighten your smile. No one tells you to go to bed, so you better make sure you get to bed on your own (at a decent hour or you're gonna pay the price the next day!)


Yes, being a grown up is wonderful, I am learning new, wonderful, magical things every day. I've fallen in love, and am currently building a life that I can be proud of. But boy...do I miss home sometimes.....




"You leave home, you move on, and you do the best you can. I got lost in this big ol' world and forgotten who I am. I thought if I could touch this place and feel it, this brokenness inside might start healing. Out here it's like I'm someone else, I thought that maybe I could find myself if I could just walk around, I swear I'll leave. Won't take nothing but a memory, in the house that built me."