7 Years
7 Years. That's how long I've been living and sleeping in my house, in my same room. It's the longest I've lived in one house believe it or not. It's weird too. I think I got sad every time I've left the other houses, but this time, I don't feel as emotional about it. I don't know why. If anything I should feel most attached to this house. After all, I spent my formative teenage years here. I've lived here far longer than any other place I've lived. I don't know, maybe it just hasn't hit me yet because I know that I'm just leaving. My family will still be here for a week more. But it's still sooooo weird and eerie to look around my room, having it just the way I wanted it, and now its empty. I think it'll really sink in tonight when I unplug my TV and computer. To be honest, I don't want to go to sleep tonight. I am waking up in about 8 hours and I don't know if I can sleep tonight. I'll be too anxious, nervous, and any other emotion. I don't know if I can deal with it! LOL.
But it's just so weird. I can't get over how weird it will feel. I will be on my own. This is the last night I'll ever sleep here most likely. Last time I'll blog at my house, last time I'll watch a movie in my room. In about 12 hours, the room I used to know won't exist anymore. It'll be bare, empty like when I first went inside my room. For 7 years I have lived here and called this room home. Now, in just over 2 weeks, it has been dismantled, taken apart, all items removed. It is a shell of what I know it to be. Now I look around and I can't recognize it anymore. The shelves that were littered with guitar magazines and wrestling tapes don't exist. It's empty. It's really come full circle. The room will be the same it was when I first got it. Empty. 7 years of memories become just that, memories. At least while I'm in the room they feel more tangible. This is where it happened. Now, I'll just be another soul that marched through it, got my memories and will leave. Totally a weird thought.
And that's where it ends. Tomorrow morning I will for the last time, get up out of bed, get dressed, and go brush my teeth. That's it. 7 years gone. Quickly the bed will be taken apart and dragged into a truck to be sent to my apartment. Then my desk and so on and so forth. And it will be where it all started 7 years ago. Only the difference is, while the room will always be here, I won't. The memories that were here will remain in my brain, but the people who live here next certainly will not care about my memories. It'll be a new blank slate for their own memories. I'll still have mine though. All 7 years worth.
