Takin’ Back

I thought I wouldn’t get emotional about moving in to our new house. I take that statement back.

We went back to No. 226, to clear out the remaining things – old books, two of my desks, old DVD players, some home theater equipment, and several other odd things. I stepped into the living room – devoid of everything that had once adorned it – and felt desolate. Some words tumbled out of my mouth and it echoed all around, kind of confirming the emptiness. I’ve never seen that house empty. It felt weird… Two generations of my family have memories from the time of their birth till this instant to attribute to the house…It was home…It still is home…No. 4 is also home…but the true sense of home with the emotional connection truly belongs to No. 226. No. 4 will grow upon us, obviously…but still…

SO…my download spree began. Managed to purchase some spiffing software. Doing the whole chicken, fish, and mutton eating bit… been about a month since I had Fleisch.

Just got my eye brows plucked, after an entire month, too…one looks slightly slanted… hopefully it won’t show on the 2X2 pictures I need to get taken tomorrow.

My room is really cool. I love it. Doubt I’ll even be staying here for longer than a couple of weeks, at the most. But it’s my room. Brought my posters.

I was attracted to the beat of the new song by Enrique Iglesias, very catchy. Here is Taking Back My Love by Enrique Iglesias feat. Ciara