sigh...

I was just looking at a disk of pics my grandmother brought with her from Penna. One of the pics was of my old house in Dalton, Penna. I haven't seen it (the house) or a picture of it since August of 2003. That was our suposed "dream" house. The house with a 4-acre back yard, a creek in back, a old milk house that we transformed into a playhouse, our family-friends (the Rogans) living up the street, a family with a pony living down the street (i was able to take care of her), in my closet in my room a door into the attic....well, you get my point. It was a heartbreaker to leave. I remember the night before our friends and family were coming to help us move, my mom and i went to the grocery store to get some food. and when we got back, my dad had taken apart my bed without my knowing. So that was a shock to say the least. Oh, and did i fail to mention that we weren't moving to Ariz., oh no, we were moving to Lewisburg, Penna (home of Bucknell Univ.). Moving into half of a frat house, the other half being accupied by 4 college age guys (who we never met, i will add). AND the people who we sold the house to i wasn't very happy with. I mean, the mom was ok, but the dad i had some problems with.
i don't know why i am suddenly having this extreme flashback period, i haven't had one in a while, and (if i am boring you) don't feel obliged to read this any further. It's just wierd how one house can mean so much to you. i love our house here in Ariz., but i despair over the yards! They have absolutly no individuality at all! no matter what we do to our yard it's always going to have this factory feel, like it was something cut out. maybe if we were in a older house, with mature trees and all, it might be different.....
also on sunday i leaned too hard on the arm of one of our chairs and it broke. actually it had already been broken...the day we moved from our Dalton house. I knocked over a book shelf and it broke the arm of the chair.....alright, i think i'm done...