Monday, May 10, 2010

The house that built me

As excited as I am about moving on part of this journey is that my parents will be selling my childhood home. Then moving into the one we have been renting from them so that they can downsize. Growing up as a military brat I had never realized until now how hard it would be to let go of the one space that has always felt like home.



~A picture of our porch~




I am very excited as I know that it's time for all of this to happen.. So as we say goodbye to this chapter in our lives and start a new journey this song seems fitting..

The House That Built Me

Tom Douglas / Allen Shamblin

I know they say you can’t go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma’am I know you don’t know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

Mama cut out pictures of houses for you
From Better Homes and Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside me might start healing
Out here it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me



~Erika Ann

1 comment:

  1. This made me cry. Last summer my parents sold my childhood home, and moved into a travel trailer to cruise around down in the lower 48. 33 years I believe they owned that house, I was one when we moved in. I drove by not that long ago and it was hard not to feel very meloncholy.
    I wish I had the ability to have purchased the house myself, but it wasn't meant to be.
    But I do have my own little plot of land now, to grow and cultivate, and make home for myself and my family, and it will be all mine..
    That is what makes it even more wonderful..
    I wish you the best of luck in your new adventure..

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Fort Collins, Colorado, United States
I am married to my knight in shining armor and we have two amazing boys. J is 10 going on 16 :) and K is 3 and always trying to make you laugh. We have recently moved from our hometown of North Pole, Alaska to Colorado. We will be documenting the process as start over and create our life and our new home.