I grew up for the most part with my grandfather. at the end of the month my grandfather is selling the house that I lived in the longest (I moved around a lot before then) and moving to a different town. I have never seen this new house. when I come back to visit him from now on, I will no longer have a home to go back to, not in the same sense that I use to. I will have a bed and a room, but they won't be mine in the same way. I feel a little sad and it's an unexpected feeling.
the ceiling of my bedroom was slanted and I used to cover it in a giant changing collage of magazine clippings and tickets and things like that. I took these photos looking up at it from my bed. before I left. it used to make me laugh to look up at all the silly things I had taped up there.
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