I’ve lived in North Carolina my whole life. Never moved, although I have if you count upgrading bedrooms in my house because I begged my parents. I walked to school with my mom until I was five. From kindergarten onward I went to the same school twenty minutes away. I loved it.
But, now here I am. One month from graduation. My housemates and I joke about how we can’t wait to leave our decrepit house and move on. In a sense, I am ready. Ready for my next adventure. But, you can’t ever go back. Back to living with the six most wonderful girls I could have asked to live with. Back to walking to work everyday, sliding into my first class having left only minutes earlier, and joking that maybe one day when I walk home, Cottage will have fallen a part. Cottage will forever be the house with some of the best memories.
It didn’t start out so easy. The house was a maze where we couldn’t even find the fifth bedroom. The bathroom was not connected to city sewer and Pablo, along with his other mice friends, was the real permanent resident. We’ve had gas leaks, outlets blown, cabinets and drawers and curtains falling off right and left, turtles on the patio, slugs, lizards, camel crickets, roaches, a snake, spiders, and mildew…and lots of it.
However, I love sinking into our Carolina blue seersucker couches, the creaky steps, and Wilson the squirrel above my ceiling. I love the cottage painting over the fireplace, our ending list of house activities to do, the morning light in the dining room, and our broken TV and pint size replacement. I love Elise, Michelle, Rebecca, Allison, Ashley and Liz, and every minute and memory of the last two years.