My grandparents house

It is one filled constantly with the phrase “I love you”.

Of the feeling of happiness or joy

Of the memories of being carefree

And having no responsibilities

Like my younger cousins do now

Of being able to be with my sister again, of being able to play hide and seek in our all to small yard

Of watching myself grow up, and being able to explore the neighborhood on my bike with my friends

It is one where memories take root in the form of the many pictures scattered around the house

And by looking at them hard enough

I can almost relive the moment’s entirely

Hearing the laughter of my cousins in the background

Of hearing the cats soft paws hit the ground exploring the house in the middle of the night

The loud voices of the adults yelling at the tv during the sunday night football games

The smell of diesel from the trains racing past behind the house

And of the rhythm they make as they go by that helps me fall asleep at night

It might not be ideal for some people

But this is who I am

This is my family

This is my grandparents house

And I wouldn’t change it for the world