Something weird about this kind of dream is this: Four years ago my parents separated and sold the house where we were all together. I have three older brothers who took different path to us. Now only my mother and I live in a place that we find cei desk pens and tabs that I got my high school friends, ones I have among my papers a letter from a child of unknown identity of the primary and other Chunches I like to keep. I recently went to see my friend Janet and how she is my number one fan and always read what I write, I said I was going to find a story that she liked and called "Marí a "(now I remember, I wrote for her), which tells the story of a woman who stays at an inn and supernatural things begin to happen. At that time I was stuck with the video games of animals and zombies and stuff, so the idea was to write the rundownthe brain and the ideas come to you as cerebral diarrhea (sorry for the image) I knew since I met you and now I'm going to see at the end of this post. Today is a young mother of two children who sometimes drive me crazy but I am touched when I say Aunt Yazmin).
But what was with all this is that years ago I do not see where I lived most part of my life. My room was large, light blue painted walls and white ceiling. With two large windows, themp, desktop search, quiet music, or anime music. I loved being in that place. Drawings stuck on the walls and wrote sentences from books or movies that I wanted. I remember a "learning to walk is to die a little, leave something good in every way, to be born again" Damien of Herman Hesse. By drawing with chalk, scraped the paint to make pictures, it was a very mine. He was temperate in summer and cold in winter, needed a huge blanket to sleep. I decorated with Christmas since November and I knew exactly where everything was, even under the bed, behind a shoe, under wrap for months. No one went, what have &I know. On moving day I went to work leaving everything exactly as she was, do not pack anything, not even made my bed. Let everything my mom did. At night, instead of taking the road to always take a different bus and come to a new home, where I hoped my memories hastily stuffed in cardboard boxes. To unpack, I said, life goes on. I can not complain about where I've been, well say that home is where the heart, and my heart has never left me. In this new house had a much smaller space. What really hurt was to have doubled the drawing board because no cab & iacute; a. It was a small room with a window facing the street and the house was in a high street, so from my window I could see the whole city, which I have loved since forever, because it , grew up, I think I am creature urban living and the higher the better. Accommodate my bed against the wall and beside it the wardrobe, a desk in a corner. Some things were lost from the first move, as my toilet. Television had the foot of the bed as it was this time fatal, if not I stay in school that was not working queríay (leave on mere depression, that school meant everything to me;, Was life itself, and I agreed) I spent all night watching tv, at four in the morning I approached the window and opened it, looked at the city asleep while smoking a cigarette, watched them pass to the colony vague and wandering dogs. I went to bed at dawn and slept and slept. Around noon I woke up hungry, I stood up, looking for food and sleep. When I woke it was afternoon and turned on the boiler, turned on the tv and I bathed in the sound. I wore pajamas and watched TV all afternoon, until evening my mother arrived, we dined, we talked and she fell asleep listening to music, I mALRI tv and four (when they gave Reba repeat) I approached the window to smoke a cigarette and watching the city wondering if there was something more for me, if there was another way to keep away school that I loved and I did not place. It was a difficult time personally, which takes me away from my friends and even turn off the phone to not look for me. One was studying medicine, another psychology, another architecture, another graphic design, another international relations, another economy. And I, I looked all series of fox and universal. It was then that I became addicted to Law & Order SVU and other less fortunate series that no longer existI asked and paid the registration changed my soul. With the money left over I ran into the lumen (stationery giant XD) and buy everything you need, my set squares, my cards opal, my pencils graduates, my carrier planes, my gums and other special . By the time classes started I was broke but my mother saw that her daughter was no longer a zombie, I gave some money that reached me well to come and go and buy some candy on the road. But ah, those guys do not give way without sandals as they say here, and there were a lot of extra charges that I mentioned in the inscription. And in short, I was only two months. Whenleft was more courageous, though the space was very small, had opened the drawing board in my habitacióny hit me with every time I get up half asleep into the bathroom. I pasted on the walls some drawings, some writing. Then came the best news of my life. I was dreading the whole cafe to watch the results. I found my number and my heart in my hand look ... "Candidate accepted." Almost ran back home. I closed the door behind me and cried with trembling hands, kick, I laughed, I wallow in the floor, jumped, screamed and I welcomed my new life cute; n with sisters or anything. All I wanted to do upon arrival was appropriating the walls and I did. I did not want too much of my freak show, it was my mother, but if I put a poster of Hiei near the door and never left without a kiss. That room was large with a round window that sometimes we opened because it was in hot weather we moved. My mother was not home much and how far it was working less. My beautiful cat Artemis who was my soul and my heart for fourteen years (human years) was with us but now we had a couple of aggregates. Upoint, forget it, to track traffic coming at nine but I was. We were well one year, but my brothers did not like animals. You know, that urgent need to live in perpetual conflict, if there is one thing, is another. So back to where we are now. Gossip curious, at that time I already had the piercing I have on my tongue and got a lower lip, I got an earring and a day after being ready for school while listening Gackt's music, gave him a kiss Hiei poster with such emotion that I hit the lip with the earring and I was bleeding, as well as I doli & oacutewhat could be seen. Was further clear and soaring mountains and was so beautiful that I felt I was in my home, my real home. All this in yellow.
When I woke up I wanted to paint, take the picture I found (I have no idea what kind of painting is, many of the things I have were from my brother who studied architecture and had to those weird things) and started. Is not finished yet, I have fear to finish, do not know why. When I hit the wall and watch from afar I realized. When fuia see Janendra near his house I saw a landscape very similar. Do you see?, Home is where the heart.
But what was from the beginning, I'm going around the bush. Whenever I dream I'm at home, is in that house, the first, where I began to see the light that guides me now. To my knowledge, the new owner demolished the entire building was a parking lot. I always thought the person who came to my room. What would to see the things I wrote on the walls?, "Read everything?, & Iquest; would look at my drawings? I do not know if anyone lived in the house before its demolition. I do not know what implications I have to locate my home in a place that no longer exists.
Still, I'm gone, I pulled into my heart, sometimes broken, sometimes happy, sometimes asleep and I get along well covered from the cold night. And today, I think it is broken into pieces again, I still care, I give him hot soup and sing lullabies, tell her that everything will be fine and find the solution. My home is here, where I am. And with that, I made every place where I is
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