my grandparents are moving out of the home that they raised me in--the home that they raised themselves in for fifty seven years. it is really hard for me to think someone else will live in this space, even though i've not lived there for years. the house has hardly changed at all during my whole lifetime, but for the past few weeks we've been tearing it apart, packing and selling and throwing away. the house barely resembles the one that is in my memories. so, being the sentimental obsessive that i am, i've became fixated on drawing all of the rooms the way i remember them. what if i do this for the rest of my life? i might have to build a diorama. i might have to build a life-size diorama.
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