another aside.

I fully understand why we don't live here anymore, believe me, but I have strangely fond and persistently unresolvable feelings about this house.

For a lot of reasons, but last night I realized that my insomnia really blossomed here, allowing/requiring me to roam freely through the creaky halls all night long, and when I'm back here the temptation to do that is very strongissimo, because it makes me feel 28 again.

Luckily the 42-year-old me knows this is a largely terrible and pointless thing to do, at least more than once or so per visit.

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