March 22, 2005
202 WEBSTER, WADSWORTH ARMS APARTMENTS, ARVADA
After four-plus years mom and I had a place of our own. I was most excited for her because she had her own bedroom after seven years of couch-surfing or room sharing.
The living room was large, perfect for her antiques. After school I loved coming home to an empty house, sunlight streaming in. The apartment had hay-like wallpaper on one wall, which I dug. I felt safe there. While mom and I did fight we also had great girly times eating Mexican food and discussing family.
My brother was somewhere.