Oo, spooky. It's always such a fun surprise to come across shelters or formations like that while out in the woods. Did you bring the decor, or find it like that?
Funny how we can grow to feel that way, nostalgic for a time so long gone by. I suppose without having lived through an age -- or even if we have lived through it, when enough time has passed -- we begin to remember the good parts without the bad. Maybe this is what the phrase "rose-colored glasses" is for. Whether that's the case or not, I think I'll join you in your daydreams, drifting through the decades.
The inspiration you took from the animal kingdom is original, and provides so much softness. I read this in my head in such a gentle voice. This plea from child to mother is tangible and real, something easily understood: There comes a time for most of us when we're ready to leave the nest, be set free, and yet we can only hope we don't hurt someone who has nurtured us with care and attention. Lovely work!
Visceral! I could feel the parched throat, the spark of sweet relief at the sight of greenery, the bounding excitement over the sands. Oh I do wish that it were real for your character, but also felt it was too good too be true! Anyway, you really took me away to a time and a place...
This touches a nerve ending! So many living spaces throughout your lifetime come to feel like close, intimate friends, and it's gut-wrenching to say goodbye. I'll be leaving my apartment of seven years soon, and keep looking around me at the chipped paint on the walls, feeling the dim lighting on my skin, as you mentioned in your piece, and wondering how I'll ever be able to leave one day and never return.
Your last line, about not just your house making you but you making it, is a beautiful one. It has me thinking about all the ways you turn a house into a home, and how that a home is your security and so often reflects your personality, too.
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i actually already read this and its why i got into memoir! excellent taste :)
Thank you!!
Oo, spooky. It's always such a fun surprise to come across shelters or formations like that while out in the woods. Did you bring the decor, or find it like that?
Funny how we can grow to feel that way, nostalgic for a time so long gone by. I suppose without having lived through an age -- or even if we have lived through it, when enough time has passed -- we begin to remember the good parts without the bad. Maybe this is what the phrase "rose-colored glasses" is for. Whether that's the case or not, I think I'll join you in your daydreams, drifting through the decades.
The inspiration you took from the animal kingdom is original, and provides so much softness. I read this in my head in such a gentle voice. This plea from child to mother is tangible and real, something easily understood: There comes a time for most of us when we're ready to leave the nest, be set free, and yet we can only hope we don't hurt someone who has nurtured us with care and attention. Lovely work!
Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it!
Visceral! I could feel the parched throat, the spark of sweet relief at the sight of greenery, the bounding excitement over the sands. Oh I do wish that it were real for your character, but also felt it was too good too be true! Anyway, you really took me away to a time and a place...
This touches a nerve ending! So many living spaces throughout your lifetime come to feel like close, intimate friends, and it's gut-wrenching to say goodbye. I'll be leaving my apartment of seven years soon, and keep looking around me at the chipped paint on the walls, feeling the dim lighting on my skin, as you mentioned in your piece, and wondering how I'll ever be able to leave one day and never return.
Your last line, about not just your house making you but you making it, is a beautiful one. It has me thinking about all the ways you turn a house into a home, and how that a home is your security and so often reflects your personality, too.
ooh crying in h-mart by michelle zauner is amazing!