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There has been a song that I am in love with recently.  It is called The House that Built Me by Miranda Lambert.  It makes me think, what are the things in my life that have built me?  Would it be a building, an experience, a person or something else entirely?  In my life I have never lived in one place more than a couple of years.  I don’t have a house that my favorite dog is buried at (that would also be because we had cats), but if I had to pick a physical house that I love it would be the farm.  If I ever wanted to go home, I would go there.  Not to my mom’s apartment or my father’s house, it would be the farm.  It is my favorite place in the world, my sanctuary, and the place where my “family” really is located.  That is where my memories are located…

Where are yours?

The House that Built Me

Miranda Lambert

I know they say you can’t 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

Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
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 it’s 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 Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
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 it’s 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 and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old 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 it’s like I’m someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I walk around I swear I’ll leave
Won’t take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me

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