goodbye Elm Street

I grew up in a room with fourteen windows and no closet.

We had a laundry chute that the cats never fell down,

a fancy dining room

and five bathrooms.

I thought the fireplace was hideous when I was 9 but I love it now.

Upstairs the closets had storage spaces behind them, with ceilings that sloped under the eaves. We called them cubby holes and each had our own to play in.


Not every house is a home but this one was.