Letter

Dear New Resident,
Not everyone is lucky enough to grow up in one house throughout their whole childhood, but I was. The room you found this in was once my room, for 18 years in fact. The walls always remained plain white, but plenty changed throughout the years. Of course the crib turned to a real bed. Childish artwork into band posters and pictures with friends. At one time my blankets were dark blue with pink and yellow flowers on it then later it was checkered with black, blue, and green. Thats the comforter I took with me when I moved to college. Anyhow my toys turned to magazines and my closet became twice as full. I took my first steps in this room and got my first kiss. I had my boom box sitting in the corner, it was almost always on. All my books and journals sat on the top shelf of my closet. Anyhow I don't know who you are. I don't know how old you are. I don't know what kind of music you listen to. I don't know anything about you. I just hope this room means as much to you as it did to me. I hope you can look out that window every morning and see your family's farm just like I did. I hope you get to grow up here like I did. After all, everyone needs a home and even though it's different...well this is still mine.
Sincerely,
Someone Who Cares