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I had a ceiling window like this one in my old house, before I moved to the west, where I've since resided in cramped and impersonal apartments. I miss my old house. I miss its tall ceiling, its windowsills, the island table in the center of my kitchen that I used to sit on. I miss the power going out during thunderstorms and listening to the sound of the rain against the tiled roof. I miss the cool basement and the chipped patio deck. I miss its broken window, broken blinds, broken bannister, and even the weeds in the backyard garden.
When I look at this wallpaper, I remember the quiet, solitary moments I had in my old house. Memories both happy and painful come back to me, and I look ahead and hope to have a house like it again.
Fuck, this thread is therapy. Better start charging per hour, OP.
