weird introvert.

I lived in the Ravenhill Condos at 8101 Peck Avenue for about two years during elementary school. 

this is the Thomas Kinkade version. 

our unit, G-53. 

a neighbor was leaving as I was creepily taking pictures, so I went over to explain myself. "I lived here around 1987" I said. she said the closets are still mirrored. I remember the bathroom having carpet, beige carpet, and my dad setting up a hibachi in the fireplace to grill meat. I learned how to ride my 2-wheeler Huffy in the parking lot. the snow burms created massive forts. I could see the Centennial Park steam-thing from my bedroom window. I always loved the names of the streets in this neighborhood: Peck, Grand Larry, ZAPPA. when we moved I wrote my name in the bottom of my closet in pen.

but does any of it matter? not really.  

this is where I just moved from, after I cleaned it. 

I had it filled to capacity with crap. 

the bedroom and water closet. 

and I said goodbye. 

the view from my new lazy place, 0:32 13 September 2013. 

and 10:43 13 September 2013. 

Everything in this town is saturated with memories and emotions; it's almost overwhelming. 

it poured all night, loud on the top floor from my open window. i can hear the train from my new place. and now the birds are chirping and the sky is blue. the driveway is covered with yellow leaves. this is how things are now.