god i miss my old house. its been half a year. things just dont feel the same. i miss ginny. i miss teddy. i miss finn. i miss rosie. i miss my old room. on halloween, we went trick-or-treating at my old neighborhood. the people who moved in... all of our trees were dead. our flowers. dad planted me a tree. i planted those flowers with my mom, watered them every week. i miss that house. god i miss it. i love our apartment now, but every once in a while i get dreams of my old room. i only got to be in there for a bit, i got it a few christmases ago. my own room. first ever. and then we moved. my mom made that room for me. i hate this. those new people, the people that moved in, thats not their house. thats my house. i miss the old playhouse dad built in the backyard. we never went in the backyard. we used to. it got thornier and grayer and dirtier after the divorce. i miss the playhouse. i miss the hammock. i miss when i was a carefree child, when i didnt want to go to school just because it was boring. i miss it.
