Dear Journal,
For this project we have to do in our class we to take our tweets from our twitter account and use them to create a story about place. I read over my tweets and discovered that I tweet a lot about my work place and my home. I usually tweet about what I am doing at home or how badly I want to be in my home and in bed. I Love my bed. My home is a special place to me. I remember growing up and taking vacations down to Wildwood with my family and always wanting to go to my home. The ocean, sand, and boardwalk could not compare to my bed, my comfort, my life and my home. I have a very strong connection to my home. I love relaxing at home with my family. My boyfriend thinks I will never leave my house, but It's not my house that I don't want to leave it is the people and memories that make my house a home that I will miss when I do. But my home can't be my home forever. My brother Jimmy moved out two years ago and moved to Florida to live, not be choice. He moved to Florida for rehab. A piece of my home left. Growing up with my brothers, my sister, and my parents is all I know. Coming home after school, coming home after practice, or coming home after work I knew the people who I was coming home to. That has now changed. I know It can't be Jimmy's home forever, Samantha's home forever, or Michael's home forever. But it is starting. We are all growing up and eventually going on our paths of life. My home starts to disconnect. But then I start taking the memories and building them into my home. My family makes my home but the memories do also. I will always remember Sunday dinners together. My brothers and sister has made me realize how special my home really is. The people, memories, and connections make it my home and my silbings never lets me forget how lucky I am that I have all of this.
Love,
Me
Love,
Me
" A house is made of walls and beams ; a home is built with love and dreams."
Dear Journal,
It is where we laugh.
Sharing a Sunday dinner that my Dad made.
It is where we cry.
Laying our first dog Missy down to sleep.
It is where we share our success.
Mom getting her first principal job.
It is where we share our failures.
Jimmy entering rehab.
It is where we are silent.
Samantha sleeping in her big comfy bed.
It is where we yell.
When Michael doesn't make curfew.
It is where I call home.
My home.
Love,
Me
It is where we laugh.
Sharing a Sunday dinner that my Dad made.
It is where we cry.
Laying our first dog Missy down to sleep.
It is where we share our success.
Mom getting her first principal job.
It is where we share our failures.
Jimmy entering rehab.
It is where we are silent.
Samantha sleeping in her big comfy bed.
It is where we yell.
When Michael doesn't make curfew.
It is where I call home.
My home.
Love,
Me
Florida
Dear Journal,
Jimmy is leaving for Florida today. He didn’t say goodnight, he just left. No hugs, not kisses, no bye. He’s been sick for a while now and hasn’t treated this family with any respect. But I blame it on the sickness, the addiction. I know he loves us and wanted to say goodbye but he’s scared, he’s ashamed, and he’s sick. A piece of my home has left me.
Love,
Me
Jimmy is leaving for Florida today. He didn’t say goodnight, he just left. No hugs, not kisses, no bye. He’s been sick for a while now and hasn’t treated this family with any respect. But I blame it on the sickness, the addiction. I know he loves us and wanted to say goodbye but he’s scared, he’s ashamed, and he’s sick. A piece of my home has left me.
Love,
Me
Letters:
Dear Stephanie,
I am sorry for the lying. For the last four years I have lived a lie. I wasn’t the big brother I was supposed to be to you. I was never home or never there when you needed me. I turned the home upside down, the fighting, the yelling, the stealing, and the constant crying of mom. You didn’t deserve living like this. I took attention away from you, your sister, and brother. I want to get better. I want to come home as the brother you deserve. I want our home to go back to what it was. You are very lucky to have the people who love you around you all the time. I took advantage of that. I did not appreciate what was given to me. I am sorry for everything.
Love,
Jim
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Dear Jimmy,
Everyone has mess ups. Everyone stumbles in life. That is what life is about. All I want for you is to be clean and happy. I want you to appreciate life and not take advantage of it. I want you to live day by day. This is going to apart of your life forever and I want you to know I am here for you. You did not turn our home upside down. You have made our home stronger than ever. You needed mom and dad so we let you have them. You have all the support from home. We love you and miss you so much. Our home is a stronger place because of you. You living with us or not this is a home of people who love and support you and that will never change.
Love,
Stephanie
I am sorry for the lying. For the last four years I have lived a lie. I wasn’t the big brother I was supposed to be to you. I was never home or never there when you needed me. I turned the home upside down, the fighting, the yelling, the stealing, and the constant crying of mom. You didn’t deserve living like this. I took attention away from you, your sister, and brother. I want to get better. I want to come home as the brother you deserve. I want our home to go back to what it was. You are very lucky to have the people who love you around you all the time. I took advantage of that. I did not appreciate what was given to me. I am sorry for everything.
Love,
Jim
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Dear Jimmy,
Everyone has mess ups. Everyone stumbles in life. That is what life is about. All I want for you is to be clean and happy. I want you to appreciate life and not take advantage of it. I want you to live day by day. This is going to apart of your life forever and I want you to know I am here for you. You did not turn our home upside down. You have made our home stronger than ever. You needed mom and dad so we let you have them. You have all the support from home. We love you and miss you so much. Our home is a stronger place because of you. You living with us or not this is a home of people who love and support you and that will never change.
Love,
Stephanie
Career has stated.
Dear Journal,
Samantha did it! She got her dream job. My best friend and twin sister is a pharmaceutical sales representative for the company AstraZeneca. I am so proud of her and wish her the best. I know she will do great. She has been waiting for this job for months and to see that she has it makes me happy. It seems like yesterday that Sam and I were at the bus stop on our first day of high school, talking about boys, clothes, and make up. Now we are talking about careers, goals, houses, and now men.
Sam and I have been together since birth. I could count on my one hand the times we have left each other’s side. We share everything from a birthday to friends to even clothing. I am sad to see the clothing leaving me but I am sadder to see Sam leaving me. Since her job is in North New Jersey she wants to move to be closer. It’s a great opportunity for her to live on her own and do her own thing. We really never did our own thing; we went to school together, went to work together, and live together. Now she’s leaving me.
A part of my home is leaving me. Not having Sam in the room next to me is going to be different. We have created great memories together in our home and now the memories won’t be created anymore. I will always cherish our relationship as sisters but I will definitely cherish more the relationship as best friends. Even though she is leaving me I know my best friend is always a call away.
Love,
Me
Samantha did it! She got her dream job. My best friend and twin sister is a pharmaceutical sales representative for the company AstraZeneca. I am so proud of her and wish her the best. I know she will do great. She has been waiting for this job for months and to see that she has it makes me happy. It seems like yesterday that Sam and I were at the bus stop on our first day of high school, talking about boys, clothes, and make up. Now we are talking about careers, goals, houses, and now men.
Sam and I have been together since birth. I could count on my one hand the times we have left each other’s side. We share everything from a birthday to friends to even clothing. I am sad to see the clothing leaving me but I am sadder to see Sam leaving me. Since her job is in North New Jersey she wants to move to be closer. It’s a great opportunity for her to live on her own and do her own thing. We really never did our own thing; we went to school together, went to work together, and live together. Now she’s leaving me.
A part of my home is leaving me. Not having Sam in the room next to me is going to be different. We have created great memories together in our home and now the memories won’t be created anymore. I will always cherish our relationship as sisters but I will definitely cherish more the relationship as best friends. Even though she is leaving me I know my best friend is always a call away.
Love,
Me
Welcome to Rutgers!
Dear Journal,
I never thought I was going to be the last one in the house. I always thought I would at least beat Mikey out. It is crazy to see my younger brother graduate from high school and enter into college. A part of the house is leaving. The, can I use your car or how do I look questions will disappear, the arguing at the dinner table will be gone, and banging on the bathroom door won’t happen. I thought I would be happy for this to go away. But it seems that I am not ready for the quietness. Mikey is person who always gets his way, he’s the baby in the family. I feel that I am like his second mother. I look after him, protect him, and enjoy him. It scares me that he is leaving and going to be on his own. I’m happy for him and hope he succeeds in life.
Love,
Me
I never thought I was going to be the last one in the house. I always thought I would at least beat Mikey out. It is crazy to see my younger brother graduate from high school and enter into college. A part of the house is leaving. The, can I use your car or how do I look questions will disappear, the arguing at the dinner table will be gone, and banging on the bathroom door won’t happen. I thought I would be happy for this to go away. But it seems that I am not ready for the quietness. Mikey is person who always gets his way, he’s the baby in the family. I feel that I am like his second mother. I look after him, protect him, and enjoy him. It scares me that he is leaving and going to be on his own. I’m happy for him and hope he succeeds in life.
Love,
Me
My home
Where my memories are.
