I loved this window. We used to just sit and stare out the window. I can recall many profound conversations I had with over 14 different roommates while staring out this window. I can recall some remarkably delicious meals eaten right in front of this window. I can also recall many spying's on dates, neighbors, and other events out of this window. I can even recall the changing of seasons and all the emotions that follow. I have seen the beginning of fall, and leaves falling off the trees onto the front lawn. I have seen the collection of feet of fresh snow and then watching the snow ploughs driving up and down turning it into a mucky (muddy + yucky = mucky) mess. I have seen countless students walk by on their way to class with jackets in the morning and t-shirts in the afternoon as the weather warmed up again.
If someone asked me one of my favorite places, surely the first words out of my mouth would not be "in front of a window, in a broken down, drafty, in need of repair barn shaped house located in the happening town of provo, utah." And yet...
I loved this spot. I love the memories that I have of this one spot, and I can't think of one spot in any of my previous or current residences that hold as much meaning to me.
Am I crazy? Or do you have a window too...
2 comments:
would this be the window at treehouse?
I actually have the same window. Many a good time was had at that window: watching the snow fall, watching people come and go, waiting for my little friend Carla to come home so we could have fun times, all the things you mentioned, and the list goes on and on. We also had some good times in that kitchen. Remember how we would spend all Sunday afternoon in the kitchen making food and hanging out. I miss that little world.
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