Odd

Ever since I was small, being in my grandmothers house was normal for me. I was comfortable there. I spent a lot of time there. I was usually there during the day when my parents were at work, during summer vacation, march break and P.A days. Most days during the school year I would go to her house after school to grab something to eat. It was all familiar and comfortable to me. I never really gave it much thought, but after Grandpa passed away, I've been spending less and less time there. Now I only set foot in that house for Christmas, mothers day, or if she needs something. I don't know what it is, but the house now feels somewhat colder. I don't feel comfortable there, and I don't want to be there. It's not that I have anything against my grandmother, I just can't be in that house for too long! I don't think I'm scared of grandpa's ghost haunting it, but at the same time, I wouldn't want to be in that house alone! Something about it just doesn't feel right anymore. Maybe I'm scared, and paranoid. But I cannot say it logically how I feel as soon as I step into the basement of the house. So much has changed within my family since I was a kid. It's hard to believe that I once grew up and lived happily there. Most of my faintest memories are good, fun and delightful. But they date way back. I think the last few good memories that I've had from that house go back to grade four or five. Ever since then everything has been a blur. I don't know what I can do in order to get that feeling of comfort back, and to be honest, I don't think I care enough to try. Of course I miss those good times, but sadly things will never go back to the way they were. I've grown, my family and has grown, and we've all lost many ties within one another.