I’ve been having a lot of dreams about my old home lately. Nothing crazy like usual, just really beautiful flashes and glimpses.

Maybe I can dig out some photos to share because I’m going to do a piss-poor job of describing where I grew up. 

The house we lived in was very angular and had HUGE windows that opened right out onto the setting sun.  The house itself was covered in grey driftwood and had a flat roof, so it was very unique looking.

What really made this place special though, was the backyard.  70% of the yard was filled with tall trees and the entire place was covered in wildflowers that the previous owners had planted.  There was a patch of just grass and a small pond in the corner that always had frogs in the summer.  Dad and I built a tree-house in what I liked to call the “forest”.  Ferns stretched around everywhere.  The front yard had a few massive trees but my favorite was always the dogwood tree out by the street.

I have a lot of really fond memories of that house and I wish sometimes that we hadn’t moved.  But a flat roof and the location of the basement meant that the house flooded a lot (which was a ton in repairs) and there became more and more problems with plumbing as the years went by.  Combined with the single bathroom and lack of dishwasher, Mom made the decision to move (about two blocks away) because fixing up the house would have been about equal to what we pay now and without the luxury items that make Mom so happy.  lol.

Anyways, I guess that I really miss having all that wildlife around me and being able to just sit in my own backyard to escape.  The new house is very industrial and since it’s only about 10 years old at this point so the trees are still very small and there are only a couple of them.  There’s no “woods” or “forest” to speak of.  Mom’s planted a garden though, with veggies and herbs which is really nice though and she really enjoys working on it.  Oddly enough, she’s great with outside plants but bring it inside and it’ll be dead within the week.  *shrugs*