Four walls, three bedrooms, two baths, and a kitchen.
Nothing real unique about the whole place.
Just your average home with simple living space.
It was no brick mansion, neither was it a shack.
I hated it while I was there but now I want it it back.
The house was not two stories.
Cabinet space was minor.
I never liked the linoleum.
Should have chosen something finer.
The windows needed a washing and the front porch could have stood a fresh coat of paint.
The faucets used to drip loudly.
The bedrooms were cozy and quaint.
Sometimes the plumbing was a wreck and both bathrooms were quite small.
But still, there was nothing else on earth that I would have taken for it at all.
Sixteen years of memories, my whole life is in that place.
Somehow I can't let go.
That feeling of "home" I can't replace.
It's only 4 walls, 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, and a kitchen.
But never could I have guessed how much I would miss it.