Phil Manser

This may just be the sleep deprivation talking, but I feel especially happy this morning. I don’t know why exactly; I got a few things done during the night, but not a whole lot. I’m just feeling good and deciding to enjoy it.

I took a walk around the neighborhood this morning. It seemed like a nice day, so I grabbed my coffee cup and strolled around. I don’t know exactly why I enjoy looking at houses so much. My dad has the same like, and I guess it’s a little strange. I particularily like seeing the unique ones. It doesn’t have to be pretty, just different. A house doesn’t feel like a home unless their’s something that sets it apart from the other places, in my own opinion.

As I walked a little further and passed by one particular house, a reason as to why I enjoy looking at houses formed. The house I passed that inspired this was one I had seen built while still a child. I remembered that when we took walks past it, I would let my mind wander and imagine that I lived in it. I still do that occasionally. I didn’t just imagine that I moved into though. I would actually imagine that I had grown up in it, that I woke up in the mornings and descended the spiral staircase to the kitchen.

It never surprised me until today that everything was changed just because of that small alteration. Displacing your past a block and a half away from where it actually occured should probably not alter its outcome so much, but it my imagination, it always does. Perhaps it is the influence of my feeling that everything in this life lies in delicate balance with everything else, so that if you were to alter just one little thing, everything would feel its effect. Or perhaps my imaginings formed this opinion in the first place.