I miss my house in the middle of nowhere.. With my tiny square room, and the little window that lead to it,
the living room where my friends and I would watch TV or I would rest my head after school.
I miss the backyard I wish I had as a child, cause it was so large I could've ventured out there for hours, and the small bathroom next door because it was MY bathroom.
I miss my cats, who I had loved and treasured all these years, and the puppy that made the house noisy, but would always protect me...
I miss my old house.. and the little things it had with it, cause the place I live in now.. I can never call my home.. its not where my heart is...