Yes, yes I did just use a Hannah Montana song title as my post title. Is that what it's called? Post title? Well that's what I am calling it so here it is.
I was back home just recently. Home. The town I was born and raised in as a child. Home. The town where 8 of us lived in a less then 1,000 SQ FT house. Home. Othello Washington. It was just me and my parents. Levi was busy that weekend so I went by myself. It was wonderful. I didn't realize how much I missed being with just my parents. We sat for an hour watching funny videos. It was great. But probably the best thing was going on a run. I have been on a great deal of runs but this run was different. This run I went on a route that led me down the same route that I use to walk to school. Step by step. Let me run (haha I know I'm funny) you through it...
First place I ran past was my mom's best friends house...Nancy. Nancy had an elderly mother who lived with her. When we would walked past her house on the way to school and we would always sing. I am not sure why. None of us were very good singers but we liked it. It wasn't until years later did we learn that Mary loved hearing our sining.
Then up the "big" hill. As I ran up the hill I thought to myself, "this hill seemed much bigger when I was small". I guess it is all about perspective.
At the top of the hill was this house that every child in that neighborhood was convinced it was haunted. I am not sure why. Maybe it was because it sat seemingly empty and we never saw anyone come or go.
Within 5 minutes I was at my elementary school. It is funny how it seemed like such a long walk as a 10 year old. I must have been really lazy.
So I kept going, past the field behind the school, past the middle school, past the water tower, and past the revival elementary school (yes I was even competitive as a child). I went all the way to the cemetery. I don't know when or why I decided to go that far but I did. I ended up at the Nich Wall to talk to grandma. I have never been there but it felt right. It was comforting to talk to her. To see her name. I was caught off guard when I started to cry. She has been gone for nine and a half years but some sadness never leaves you. I think that is okay. It just means I loved her deeply and I know without a doubt in my heart she loved me.
It was good to just run. Run through the little town that raised me.
I was back home just recently. Home. The town I was born and raised in as a child. Home. The town where 8 of us lived in a less then 1,000 SQ FT house. Home. Othello Washington. It was just me and my parents. Levi was busy that weekend so I went by myself. It was wonderful. I didn't realize how much I missed being with just my parents. We sat for an hour watching funny videos. It was great. But probably the best thing was going on a run. I have been on a great deal of runs but this run was different. This run I went on a route that led me down the same route that I use to walk to school. Step by step. Let me run (haha I know I'm funny) you through it...
First place I ran past was my mom's best friends house...Nancy. Nancy had an elderly mother who lived with her. When we would walked past her house on the way to school and we would always sing. I am not sure why. None of us were very good singers but we liked it. It wasn't until years later did we learn that Mary loved hearing our sining.
Then up the "big" hill. As I ran up the hill I thought to myself, "this hill seemed much bigger when I was small". I guess it is all about perspective.
At the top of the hill was this house that every child in that neighborhood was convinced it was haunted. I am not sure why. Maybe it was because it sat seemingly empty and we never saw anyone come or go.
Within 5 minutes I was at my elementary school. It is funny how it seemed like such a long walk as a 10 year old. I must have been really lazy.
So I kept going, past the field behind the school, past the middle school, past the water tower, and past the revival elementary school (yes I was even competitive as a child). I went all the way to the cemetery. I don't know when or why I decided to go that far but I did. I ended up at the Nich Wall to talk to grandma. I have never been there but it felt right. It was comforting to talk to her. To see her name. I was caught off guard when I started to cry. She has been gone for nine and a half years but some sadness never leaves you. I think that is okay. It just means I loved her deeply and I know without a doubt in my heart she loved me.
It was good to just run. Run through the little town that raised me.
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