Housesitting day 1.

Tonight is my first night to housesit Cale and Cory’s house. I’m staying here all week while their parents take them off to college.

I’ve known this day was coming for 3 years but this isn’t how I imagined it. Matt and Cale didn’t even say goodbye; I didn’t want a goodbye from Cory.

As I walk through this house for the first time in months and what is probably the last time forever, I am flooded with memories. Over the past three years I’ve spent more time in this house than I have my own. I walk through the kitchen and think about the time I spent sitting on the floor upset with Matt and Cale reassuring me. I think of the time Emily and I cooked breakfast here for Cale. As I walk through the living room I’m reminded of my first kiss. I think of the hours and hours I spent studying on the couch and the hours I spent snuggling on the couch. I remember all the naps I took on the floor under the piano and all the movies. I walk into Cale’s room and I remember going in and waking him up all the time. I think of how we used to take naps in his bed while we watched movies on the computer. I go down the hall into Cory’s room and my heart fills with so many different emotions: sadness, anger, nostalgia, and more sadness. I spent almost and entire semester in that room just listening to music, talking, and watching movies nobody else would watch with me. All other memories from that room I quickly push out of my head. Outside brings thoughts of telescopes, fires, fish frys, and a lot of laughs. This used to be my home-away-from-home but now I might as well be sleeping in a stranger’s bed.