1) DATE-TIME-LOCATION: 3/16/2025
2) OBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: The lightbulb in the windowsill of my childhood home.
3) SUBJECTIVE DESCRIPTION: Its my first time home in 2 months. The older I get the stranger this place feels; less and less like it belongs to me. While all so familiar, it’s not where I live anymore. Small electric candle lights line the row of windows looking over the front yard, and one of them is not like the others. The green light bulb it has stands out from the rest. It reflects off of the glass and tries to make its way through the thin curtains, adding to the strange feeling that this place isn’t quite my own anymore.