something for my personal archives

did you know i grew up in a brick house? It was a split level, painted yellow, on a mound of grass, off of maplewood drive and across from the blackberry bushes. We had a cherry tree that practically hid our home and definitely made the living room window dissappear. From the age of 3-11, my life existed between maplewood elementary (up the hill) and maplewood park (across the street). 8902 200th. St. S.W. Edmonds, Wa 98026 ...i even remember the phone number 778-6282, that was when the "425" area code didn't exist in these parts and everyone was "206".
Today I am twenty, finding my place somewhere between this fall and eternity. Yesterday I went home. Well, to the home I wish I still had. I sat at maplewood park and stared enviously at the people who live in my home, I walked around the streets full of pine scent and green light that trickles through branches. I saw that Joyanna, the next door neighbor, has taken down her christmas lights down after i'm guessing a good 15 years. This confused me at first, but then i remembered my mom saying that Herb, her hubby, had passed on, and i assume it had something to do with that and a change in her life. Harvey still lives on the other side, with the same truck, and the same landscape and the same emmaculate driveway. I try not to be too symbolic when i'm thinking, especially when it's about something that i hold dear, i hate to spoil anything with cheesiness, but....i think that house is my symbol of family and home. I wouldn't call any other place that i've lived a home. Nope. It's a sad thing yes, but it gives me hope. Hope for a day that i might be a mommy in a brick house with kids that can pick blackberries and run in circles around a cherry tree until they drop. I miss my childhood.