“My long preoccupation with the treachery of memory has convinced me that I have fewer and more imperfect recollections of childhood than most people. But having asked around over the years, I’m not so sure now that this is the case. Perhaps we are all like the poet Eric Ormsby, writing of his childhood home: We watch our past occlude, bleed away, the over-flowing gardens erased, their sun-remembered walls crumbling into dusk at our fingers’ approach. And, just as Ormsby wrote, we all would ‘cry at the fierceness of that velocity / if our astonished eyes had time.’”

Sally Mann, from “Prologue: The Meuse,” Hold Still: A Memoir with Photographs (Little, Brown and Company, 2015)

Summer Lovin (see what i did there ;) )

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You could still remember the day your boat docked in Westeros. You had been sailing for the Free City of Braavos when the captain of your ship had stopped in King’ s Landing to stock up on a few provisions. Demanded to stay on deck, you did as you were told and watched from above as the little orphan children ran about playing their games. Everything had been so different from your childhood home of Jhala, of the Summer Isles.

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I want to make the assumption that Andrew and Neil celebrate their birthdays after The King’s men. They don’t make a big deal out of it because they are very lowkey people and very private about personal things in their lives.

As a child I’m pretty sure Neil’s mom never made a big deal about his birthday and in the books it says “Neil had never made a habit of celebrating his birthday, but each one he was alive for deserved a moment of silence.” And we know that Andrew spent most of his childhood moving from foster home to foster home and they probably didn’t celebrate his birthday either. And i think once Andrew and Neil start living together they (mostly Neil) decide they want better memories for their birthdays.

I’m sure the Foxes will go all out for Neil’s birthday and for once Neil is actually looking forward to his birthday and he’s excited that he turned a year older. Not that he survived another year but that he actually enjoyed the year with friends. Andrew will probably be indifferent towards Neil and everyone else but i think after the party in private Andrew probably showers Neil with kisses and cuddling. He will probably get Neil a small gift but that would mean the world to Neil. 

For Andrew’s birthday, Neil will be sure to not make a big deal about it because he knows Andrew would hate that but he would make Andrew some hot chocolate because he knows how much he loves that. Also there might be a cake or they would take some shots because Andrew doesn’t have a problem getting a little buzzed with Neil. Later on they might watch a movie and fall asleep. Neil doesn’t get Andrew a present because Andrew doesn’t care for things like that. All that matters to him is that Neil is safe and happy. 


This past week, I packed up my whole life that I had built in Tampa and drove down south to my childhood home in the Keys. I’m spending my last three weeks in the USA with my family down here before I’m gone for the next two years.

Leaving Tampa was a lot more emotional than I thought it would be, and I’ve been thinking a lot about what the word “home” means to me. When I moved to Tampa for college, I didn’t think that I’d grow so attached, or that I would come to call any place other than the Keys home. Looking back though it only makes sense that I was sad to leave Tampa. That’s the place where I grew up– really grew up. Maturing from a high school graduate to a young adult in a place without parental guidance or the peers who I had learned from my whole life gave me the opportunity to choose exactly what my life looked like: who was in it, how I structured my work, how I spent my free time, how I spent my money, etc. Of course I missed my family and the beauty of the Keys, but I came to really love my life in Tampa. I met some of the best friends I’ve ever had, fell in love with a career at Lush, and did a lot of exploring. For some people it’s not a big feat to know your way around town, but the place where I grew up was literally one highway with two directions (meaning I have no sense of direction whatsoever)… So a few weeks ago when I navigated myself and some friends on foot downtown from a hotel that I had never stayed at to a pizza place that I had been to once before, with NO GPS, it really hit me how much Tampa had ingrained itself into my brain. 

I’ve come to learn that the place you call home doesn’t always refer to just one spot, like where you were born and raised, but rather the feeling of safety, comfort, and happiness that you build for yourself in whatever location you’re at. The voices that become the soundtrack to your life and the street signs and trees and skylines that seamlessly become the backdrop to your memories. I will always cherish the laughter, friends, and lessons that were brought into my life in Tampa. No matter what other places I’ll call home, I will always carry the feelings of USF pride, Gasparilla debauchery, and sorority songs in my bones and in my heart.

I still feel sad to leave my friends and the place I called home, but it gives me comfort remembering that at one point in time Tampa wasn’t even a blip on my radar. I can make home anywhere.

Naturally I’ve felt a little nervous and jumbled up about all of this shifting that’s happening and all of the transition that’s going to happen real quickly, real soon. Today, for the first time in months, I felt such a sense of calm about my ever changing place in the world. I went paddle boarding with my big brother in some back waters of the mangroves. There was not a single cloud in the sky and the water was like glass. There was nobody on the water but me and my brother, and after some initial conversation during our paddle out, we didn’t talk much. I didn’t realize how loud the world was until I felt the quiet that I did today. I forgot what the complete absence of sound felt like. All I heard was the occasional splash in the water or the flitting of the wings of a bird flying by. I stared at all of the life beneath the water and the trees: fish, jellyfish, horseshoe crabs, coral. My mind was blank with wonder and the beauty around me wrapped me in comfort. This little corner of the world where I’d never been before existed in perfection and welcomed me into a place of peace– again, reaffirming that notion that the feeling of home can happen anywhere. 

My favorite part of the day (other than the obvious love of the scenery and the joy of spending time with my big brother) was a lone little mangrove sprout that had taken root in a beached tree branch in the middle of an open body of water. This one brave little seed! It decided to just grow right there with no other seeds around it, and one day, it will be a big tree. It will be home to lots of little critters and cast shade around it. It was a little beacon of hope to me, and inspired me to be more like it. As beautiful as the world is now, there will be bigger things in the future. 

Two Augusts ago, I saw you, briefly, negotiating the aisles of a grocery store with a litre of milk and a pound of tomatoes. You didn’t notice, and I was too nervous to say hello, but watching you walk by was like slowly driving down the street of my childhood home— you were familiar yet foreign, all of the memories were there only now, they were faint, like a warm light peeking through a curtained window after dark. I wondered who called you home now, and if they took good care of you, if they were grateful for every morning they awoke to the marvellous architecture of your bones and the design of your heart. But most of all I missed living in you, and regretted I ever left.
—  Beau Taplin || Childhood home 
From a description of my childhood home

In the middle of the house was the Pool Room. The reason for the name was obvious, since a pool table filled up most of the space. Two walls, however, were lined with glass-doored cabinets, and every attempt to actually play pool in the Pool Room was thwarted by the threat of pool cue crashing into glass. Mainly, the table was used for sewing and Barbies: its size and height made it perfect for cutting fabric or playing Barbie-sized football or golf games on soft green turf.

            And upstairs there were two rooms – Marie’s Room and Lorraine’s Room – where my older sisters had slept, before they moved away from home. Lorraine’s Room now happily stored junk, and Marie’s Room was my room, where I could finally stay up late, but found that when I did stay up late, I heard too many mice. But I still remember it as Marie’s Room, covered in giant posters of Rolling Stones tongues and people in tight jeans. It was where one went to steal lipstick. And it was mine.


Kurt Cobain’s childhood home

Family Cobain moved into this house (1210 E 1st Street,
Aberdeen, WA, United States), when Kurt was just a few months old. Here he lived up to 9 years old, when his parents divorced and some time in his teenage years. The house was built in 1923 and it’s located in a quiet residential area, not far from Young Street bridge and the park, which now bears the name of Kurt Cobain Memorial Park. The house is a bungalow-style craftsman consisting of two floors, attached garage and backyard. In this same garage Kurt Cobain and Krist Novoselic first practiced in the early ‘80s, trying to create a group.

(More photos in a second post!)

Personal note: I truly think this house should be a museum!