I am back home in my mother's house. It was odd to enter my room that had become sterlized and rearranged despite my request that everything be left alone.
Honestly, the sensory impression I had and am still actively having is the same that I have had when visiting the home of my obsessively clean aunt. It's a very synesthetic connection, because this place is definitely not as meticulously clean as my aunt's place. That is a-okay by me. I prefer it that way.
I am very tired after this loooong day so I am just going to keep it short. The drive was fine, with my phone dying so quickly now I had to old-school it an listen to my mix cassette tapes. A lot of memories from those babies. Though singing wore out my already worn out throat.
Honestly, the sensory impression I had and am still actively having is the same that I have had when visiting the home of my obsessively clean aunt. It's a very synesthetic connection, because this place is definitely not as meticulously clean as my aunt's place. That is a-okay by me. I prefer it that way.
I am very tired after this loooong day so I am just going to keep it short. The drive was fine, with my phone dying so quickly now I had to old-school it an listen to my mix cassette tapes. A lot of memories from those babies. Though singing wore out my already worn out throat.
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