White Picket Fence
I get a familiar excited feeling when I see the white picket
fence. It was the sign as a child that we were literally around the corner from
my grandparent’s house. It was the moment of the car ride my brother and I
would squeal with delight. I enter the
house and am instantly greeted with hugs and an invitation to “sit down and
have a warm drink.”
I always feel the same way in their home, relaxed and at
peace. I’m not sure if it is because of my grandparents’ presence, the familiar
environment, or the non-cluttered simplicity that helps free my mind from
distractions. Maybe it is all of those things.
I’m not sure if it is because I’ve returned after some time
away but on this visit everywhere I look
I see memories from my childhood; the basement my cousins and I played in ,
sidewalks I rode my bike on, the porch where we all put on our Sunday best to
take photos on Easter.
I smell a faint scent of ivory soap as I sit with my
grandparents having a cup of coffee in their small kitchen. My life has taken
me across the country and while I am excited about future adventures, there
will also be a need to return to a place that feels like home. In a world
constantly evolving, we must not overlook the beauty of things that can remain
unchanged.
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