The house that built me

do you ever hear a song and get chills up and down your spine?
that´s what happened when i heard this song this summer. it just so happened that i had just taken a stroll with nora in the neighborhood that i grew up in until i was 11.

i was tempted to knock on the door and ask if i could walk around. maybe it´s better not to so i can remember it just how we left it.

it´s amazing how you will NEVER forget the house you grew up in and all of the memories you made there. i even have dreams of my old house sometimes.

it´s just so great to grow up in a neighborhood so you can play with all of your friends, ride your bike, rollerskate,play baseball, swim, run through the sprinklers, trick-or-treat, make snowmen, snowball forts/fights, skateboard, tag, hide and seek, and the list goes on and on of the wonderful things we did.

sometimes my heart breaks for nora knowing we don´t live in a neighborhood and they don´t even play baseball here or have any snow and sometimes i just want so badly for her to have the same wonderful memories of her childhood that i have.

but, i take comfort in knowing that she´ll just have different memories, like twirling in her feria dress or learning to ride her bike in the park and walking down the beautiful cobblestone streets of seville. we´re doing the best we can and i hope to make her childhood great!





I know they say you cant go home again.
I just had to come back one last time.
Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam.
But these handprints on the front steps are mine.
And up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar.
And I bet you didn't know under that live oak
my favorite dog is buried in the yard.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself
if I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.

Mama cut out pictures of houses for years.
From 'Better Homes and Garden' magazines.
Plans were drawn, concrete poured,
and nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama's dream.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.

You leave home, you move on and you do the best you can.
I got lost in this whole world and forgot who I am.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I'm someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could walk around I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.