Personal Journal: On Moving and Memories of a Home

That night, when I was having a meal, I told my mother about this. "Why are you painting yellow?" When I separated the mashed potatoes, I looked down at the dish and asked. "A better question is why did you decide to brown it? Is it a better choice?" My sister interrupted. My mother drank a glass of wine and a glimpse of my father's "nice girl", my father wiped out my throat. "We lived in this house for 11 years and the next stage," He looked at the brown wall, I was worried. "I, your two girls now go to private schools So we do not have reason to stay here again.

With this latest move, I realized and valued how much the house is meaningful to me. It reminds me of the days we traveled throughout the country, the days we spend in the fireflies Pontiac and cheap motels and McDonalds, and the memories of childhood without ending McDonald's. I ask my father to look for a "house", but I do not know exactly what it means, but I know it in my original brain. Often harming you if you raise it continuously. Those who have never experienced it will not evaluate you forgetting the cost. They said, "Just move" and shake the broken lease. "Have not you got lots of things, how difficult are you? There are many choices - you can rent a cheap basement and you can return to your parents."

I do not remember saying "I can return home" I did not say. This sentence lasts much longer than the house I left behind - families are almost indistinguishable now. The length of this sentence is much longer than what I left behind - she is lost in the fog of memory, and only their lack is outstanding. (One day neuroscientists are convinced that continuation will tell us that they will keep memory long, perhaps they have discovered this - I have not studied it.) Over the years , This side effect changed from a powerful aria for the cochlea. There is a harmless little song card in my heart. But it never disappeared. "I can go home." I do not know whether all immigrants have this feeling. I know that I am doing this. I am a story that has not started yet. Silver threads have not started from the beginning to the end. No one has witnessed all my stories