A Painting I Walk By Every Day
I’ll miss the painting, which I have no idea why it was chosen or when. It has to be more than 21 years old, and it never occurred to me to ask.
I’ll miss the painting, which I have no idea why it was chosen or when. It has to be more than 21 years old, and it never occurred to me to ask.
I’ll miss seeing my mom leave her glasses in the same place in the living room before going to her bedroom. In which she puts on a different color of the same glasses that she keeps in her bedroom.
I’ll miss the meticulously decorated walls full of pictures, sayings, and various plants.
I’ll miss seeing the clutter of tools found scattered after daily use.
I’ll miss the immense comfort that jumping into my parents' gave me. As well as coming in to talk after getting home late.
I’ll miss having to put away my dad’s brush after he spent the morning aggressively styling his hair to go from huge and curly to straight.
I’ll miss "fend for yourself" nights, where we all go to the kitchen to see what we want to make. Or cooking all together, arguing about the right way to cook.
I’ll miss the intense need to open all windows and doors as soon as we all come home. There is not a day we don’t have all the windows open whilst we're home during the day.
I’ll miss the sheer amount of posters, paintings, tapestries, and flags I have. Particularly, my mushroom-type painting/poster.
I’ll miss the number of platters we have at every table in case we have company. Or store our lemons from our tree.
I’ll miss seeing everything my little sister has left all over the house. Picking it all up and bringing it to her room.
I’ll miss never seeing an unlit room. Ambient, overhead, or non-electronic, there is constantly a light source on in every room.
I’ll miss seeing all the artworks my parents have displayed on our walls.
I’ll miss mixing my book collection with my family. However, 80% of our books are mine.
I’ll miss the constant sound of a waterfall. I’m not sure how many water fountains we’ve had; however, one thought has stayed the same: we need to have one.
I’ll miss the not-so-subtle warnings to actually charge my phone. With all the charging options in the world, I’ll walk the world at 50%.
I’ll miss the way my dad prepares his coffee cup every night so as not to wake us the next morning.
I’ll miss the mess we call our dining table, which holds just about everything from our purses, laptops, tools, packages, and jackets. Some days, using one of our other tables is just a better option.
I’ll miss the proud “S”s found everywhere in our house to represent our last name.
I’ll miss seeing what new gadgets my parents buy to fix problems I’ve never heard of. They are always too open to trying any and all new fixes.
I’ll miss the amount of storage we seem to have. Which appear organized but are quite the opposite.”
I’ll miss the number of times I see my family members' pictures. We seem to have every portrait of past and current members.
I’ll miss the preparedness to entertain. What party are we throwing? When? That question is never answered, but we’re ready!
I’ll miss going hanging out side all together. Whether it's a Carne Asada or just our the four of us.
I’ll miss going and picking the lemons off our tree. Which grows so abundantly that we share it with neighbors weekly.
I’ll miss the not-so-humble quantity of mirrors we have. But at least I know all my bad angles. .