The House of Wells
A day in my house is a day of chaotic harmony, like aunts surrounding the opening of their nest. We all move in a frenzy that is familiar to us. Our house is relatively undersized for the colony inside, the people inside move in their own fashion, and through all the schedules and planning, we still find time to live and support each other.
My house is simply small. On a day like any other we all wake up under the blue tin ruff on the calmest of streets. It is unassuming and modest in nature but inside it bursts at the seams with activity. The first thing to be smelled in the morning is coffee, Starbucks Veranda Blend, to be exact. The smell itself is the loudest alarm in the house. Most everyone flock to the kitchen with …show more content…
There is never a time where we are all home during the day. Usually, I can be found in my cubical in the kitchen on the computer working on school or at Subway where I am employed. My mom can be found napping on the couch, recovering from her job as night RA at the nursing home or out taking care of groceries or at one of her friend’s houses. My granny can be found doing dishes or watching TV in her chair or at her sister’s house helping her. My sisters can’t be found. They are in opposite towns in college. Even when we are all under the blue tin ruff, we are on different wave lengths. Like the current of the ocean we spin in our own current merely grazing each other. At dinner we put a cease to our currents and feed into each other’s.
Without the bread crumbs of foolery and love I wouldn’t be able to make it. Like a garden, we all grown and support each other. The colorful petals of flowers being the moments and memories made every day. The people or stems are the strength and support of the day. The roots, or our humble abode, being what keeps us connected to live out our days in chaotic harmony. Our small house teams with life, three mundane lives and three rowdy pets. The day feels like a day of suspended animation while alone in our own lives but when we come together, the day then becomes full of movement and life. Nothing is more spectacular than lightning, but we are not lightning. We are the seconds in-between the flashing lights. We are peaceful and dull and to me that is the most spectacular
A day in my house is a day of chaotic harmony, like aunts surrounding the opening of their nest. We all move in a frenzy that is familiar to us. Our house is relatively undersized for the colony inside, the people inside move in their own fashion, and through all the schedules and planning, we still find time to live and support each other.
My house is simply small. On a day like any other we all wake up under the blue tin ruff on the calmest of streets. It is unassuming and modest in nature but inside it bursts at the seams with activity. The first thing to be smelled in the morning is coffee, Starbucks Veranda Blend, to be exact. The smell itself is the loudest alarm in the house. Most everyone flock to the kitchen with …show more content…
There is never a time where we are all home during the day. Usually, I can be found in my cubical in the kitchen on the computer working on school or at Subway where I am employed. My mom can be found napping on the couch, recovering from her job as night RA at the nursing home or out taking care of groceries or at one of her friend’s houses. My granny can be found doing dishes or watching TV in her chair or at her sister’s house helping her. My sisters can’t be found. They are in opposite towns in college. Even when we are all under the blue tin ruff, we are on different wave lengths. Like the current of the ocean we spin in our own current merely grazing each other. At dinner we put a cease to our currents and feed into each other’s.
Without the bread crumbs of foolery and love I wouldn’t be able to make it. Like a garden, we all grown and support each other. The colorful petals of flowers being the moments and memories made every day. The people or stems are the strength and support of the day. The roots, or our humble abode, being what keeps us connected to live out our days in chaotic harmony. Our small house teams with life, three mundane lives and three rowdy pets. The day feels like a day of suspended animation while alone in our own lives but when we come together, the day then becomes full of movement and life. Nothing is more spectacular than lightning, but we are not lightning. We are the seconds in-between the flashing lights. We are peaceful and dull and to me that is the most spectacular