JULY 7, 2008 @ 07:25 AM | NO COMMENTS
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I'm sitting at the computer in my parents office.
I'm sure you all know that sensation of sitting somewhere with personal history. Whether it's that house you lived in between 12 & 22 with that particular feeling, or that tree you stood next to every day while you waited for the bus...
I'm Back here. there.
I'm 33.
This is a house I helped build. Brick by brick. Putting on the tin sheets in january in the scorching mountain sun. Lifting nearly every fucking concrete block this house was built from. Digging fences, plastering, tiling, painting. The amount of times in my current career that I realise the first time I did something was here.
The one time i nearly slept with my best friend in the world was in this house before the doors were hung. the only things that lay between us were a certain lack of privacy and a solid day on horseback... My 18th birthday. Sitting around the bonfire in the front paddock. My 21'st... Same again but more people and more intent.
I love this place. and I hate it.
But I could definately settle down here.
I'm sitting at the computer in my parents office.
I'm sure you all know that sensation of sitting somewhere with personal history. Whether it's that house you lived in between 12 & 22 with that particular feeling, or that tree you stood next to every day while you waited for the bus...
I'm Back here. there.
I'm 33.
This is a house I helped build. Brick by brick. Putting on the tin sheets in january in the scorching mountain sun. Lifting nearly every fucking concrete block this house was built from. Digging fences, plastering, tiling, painting. The amount of times in my current career that I realise the first time I did something was here.
The one time i nearly slept with my best friend in the world was in this house before the doors were hung. the only things that lay between us were a certain lack of privacy and a solid day on horseback... My 18th birthday. Sitting around the bonfire in the front paddock. My 21'st... Same again but more people and more intent.
I love this place. and I hate it.
But I could definately settle down here.
I'm sure you all know that sensation of sitting somewhere with personal history. Whether it's that house you lived in between 12 & 22 with that particular feeling, or that tree you stood next to every day while you waited for the bus...
I'm Back here. there.
I'm 33.
This is a house I helped build. Brick by brick. Putting on the tin sheets in january in the scorching mountain sun. Lifting nearly every fucking concrete block this house was built from. Digging fences, plastering, tiling, painting. The amount of times in my current career that I realise the first time I did something was here.
The one time i nearly slept with my best friend in the world was in this house before the doors were hung. the only things that lay between us were a certain lack of privacy and a solid day on horseback... My 18th birthday. Sitting around the bonfire in the front paddock. My 21'st... Same again but more people and more intent.
I love this place. and I hate it.
But I could definately settle down here.