In All Honesty

The Old House

It's been at least three years since I left my home in Texas. A lot has changed;of course, one would expect that after an extended period of time.  I no longer live with my father and his new family, consisting of his re-wife and her family, but instead with my mother and her new family. It was unexpected when it happened, but it had been a long time coming. Still though, as I sit in my new twin-size bed, albeit it be a downsize from my prior, blowing and sneezing my brains out into tissues, I can't help but think of my old home.

No, it wasn't a home. It was a falling apart little house in the-middle-of-nowhere Texas with paint falling rotting off, the structure barely being held together by rusty screws, roaches, and spiders the size of your palm. The windows had no screens and two of the rooms were connected at the closet. Loads of rubbish furniture and garbage had been left at the house, leaving us to clean up the mess. We were renting the house for a measly $300 a month, so we couldn't exactly complain much. There were three bedrooms in total and one bathroom.

Behind the house was a large, sprawling cow pasture. I remember the cows would make rounds around the pasture and a few times throughout the day would end up an arms length distance away from my window. It's more disturbing than you'd thing when you wake up or enter a room and see a cow staring at you through your bedroom window. They were brown cows with one bull. If I remember correctly, when we'd left one of the cows had a calf.

To one side of the house there was a small amount of hay bales in uneven, crooked rows. Every now and then, the owner of the house; whom lived on in a beautiful white three story home down the street on his property, would come by and pick up or drop off more.  We purchased a cheap bag of water guns and would pretend that we were army men in the field. If you got shot, you'd be out. Of course, these games got very competitive between my brothers and I.

Despite all the hardships my family and I faced at this house, I can't help but remember the sky. Here in Salt Lake City, Utah, you can hardly see the stars. I've learned after extensive research that the best time to see them is at one in the morning, when most of the city is asleep.  But in the middle of nowhere, with the nearest small town being a five mile drive away, the stars are abundant. They're vibrant and bold, like a freshly graduated arts degree major. They almost twinkle. There are little to no airplanes to mistake for stars here in the middle of nowhere. They're breathtaking in the inky black of the night sky.

There's nothing I miss more than the stars.

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Constructive criticism greatly appreciated. This is one of my first major works and is mostly a spawn of  stress I'm enduring from my oncoming early morning ACT's.

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