today i took a chance to look at the room in all its bare, naked glory. the walls are plastered with whorls of the past, and the paint is chipped in places where my bed once stood. i don't know why pottery barn is so expensive, but here we are, i guess. there are tick marks near my closet that will forever display the penciled tick marks of my height as the years have gone on. they don't squeeze my heart with sentimentality, in fact they give me the feeling of quite the opposite they just show quite the opposite. oh, the perks of being of italian stock, huh?
in a sense, my childhood has rolled right by me. i have done nothing yet. my life is only beginning.