Tried so hard not to go Miranda Lambert on this trip, but this is the house that built me. I usually drive by it every time I’m in town, no matter how long or short the stay. My mama dreamed it, my dad built it. It’s where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar.
It housed many wary teens and was a safe haven when my sister went through cancer. Bible studies, school books, late nights and early morning talking about God, to God, at God.
I’ve left it when I went to college, I left it when I got married, and this weekend I think I finally left it for good. It was a weird chapter I didn’t realize was still open. You don’t know what you’re made of til you’re in that space between the uproot and the replant. You know the one?
Thank you to my friends for capturing the moment and making me laugh all the way back home. With nothing but a memory, from the house that built me.