I have been more than just a house
More stories from Natalie Mix
Four brick walls, fourteen rooms, nearly seventy years,
I have seen
I have learned
I have changed
I have been more than just a house
The families that have occupied me,
a number of which I have lost count,
have been a part of my story
I am a part of theirs
When autumn came,
a crisp October day,
they arrived with a massive moving truck,
cars packed with their belongings,
and a community of friends to help
They were only four then
A still young couple
with a baby on the way
and two little ones—five and three
—in their arms
While they stayed with me,
they became five
They grew up
They became a family
A family with challenges
A family that wasn’t perfect
But a family that truly cared
and wanted to be better
They made me into something new,
something better
With diligent, dedicated hands
many hours,
and their fair share of trials and tribulations,
they created a masterpiece from what I once was
They painted my walls
In yellows,
and blues,
and purples,
and browns
They gave me new windows—
new eyes
They shaped and molded my skeleton
into arches and wood floors
and windows and doorways
They made me better
I like to think I did the same for them
While they were with me,
they shared so many birthdays,
Filled with white cake and white frosting,
pies, cookies, ice cream, and strawberry shortcakes
Filled with balloons, cheap and homemade decorations,
house-fulls of ecstatic children,
and surprise parties that never happened
In my arms
they experienced many cozy Christmas mornings
under their eccentric Christmas tree
with its collection of mismatched ornaments
They tore through wrapping paper
and found their hearts’ desire
They hugged and laughed,
and poured endless gratitude from their hearts
I stayed up worried on late nights
‘till they would finally arrive home—
tired but happy—
and sink gratefully into their respective beds
I watched with an admonishing disposition
as they wasted away the late hours of the night,
consumed in fictional adventures of every variety
I watched laughter
I watched tears
I watched surprise
and I watched anguish
I watched dreams come to fruition
and I watched as their hopes were dashed
I watched them grow and evolve and become
what they thought they couldn’t be
I watched them make decisions
and fix those mistakes
I watched as they welcomed friends and family
into my open arms
Through it all,
I held their hands
I opened my soul to them,
holding them as tight as I could
And I watched as they decided to leave,
knowing it was time,
but in distress nonetheless
When summer came,
a warm and bittersweet June day,
they departed in a massive moving truck,
cars packed with their belongings,
and drove away to meet their community of friends
at a house that wasn’t me
More families will occupy me,
a number of which I will lose count.
They will be a part of my story,
and I a part of theirs
Four brick walls, fourteen rooms, nearly ten years
They blossomed
They flourished
They moved on
They are someone else’s now—
another house is watching them become even more
But it’s ok
because I like to think
that to them,
I was more than just a house
Natalie Mix is a senior taking on her fourth and final year as a member of The Central Trend. Room 139/140 and the staff of The Central Trend have been...