I Bought My Dream House and Invited My Family but No One Showed Up and Later My Dad Sent a Message

the process of all of this, exactly what I had drawn it as in notebooks when I was a child: a place that was mine, that no one could take, that was stable and peaceful and defined entirely by what I chose to put in it. Not by the people who did not come. By the neighbor’s apple pie. By the watercolor from Ohio. By the key in a seven-year-old’s hand.continue reading …