Rilee Arey
Bio
I am a professional life romantizer, with a heart that feels everything deeply. I am a moment collector through words and the ways around us.
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Stories (170/0)
Going Home Means
Going home is the streetlights that sits adjacent to the golf course, where straight would go to grandmas and left would take us home. Home Rivas burritos where it stays the size of my head, and I can only head three quarters of it. Home is the spirit of beaver nation and everyone who bleeds orange. It is the damp grass that feeds into the air, and the heavieness of the clouds that peer over our heads in any season other than summer. Home is the fifteen-minute communte to any part of town and the Bi mart and Safeway that is a mile away from my house. Home is the church a mile away from our house where our car ran out of gas with pizza in hand. Home is the straight away road where we ramp up our speed just to cruise around the S turn till, we see Mary's peak. It is the path that we walked our dogs down to the creek by where we climbed and swam through the waters. Home is the uneven pot holed gravel that led us to our house, where it worsened the more it rained, so much we called it Watten-pothole-lane. It is where we only can ever fit one car under the carport. It's the playroom door being our main form of entry.
By Rilee Arey2 years ago in Families
Where the Path Ends . Runner-Up in 24/7 Companion Challenge.
The big oak tree marks a half mile from our house. To get to it you must pass our neighbors house with their barking dogs and wandering sheep that have a tendency to escape here and there. The road is potholed and muddy every time the seasons change. The holes in the gravel create small lakes changing our walks navigation after it rains. We are surrounded by farm fields outlining the path to the tree. In the summer the fields are drawn by the sun creating a scenic dream. Leading to a path where the creek meets the fields end. To my mom and I, this walk was a time to recalibrate, or something we had to do so you would get your exercise. However, to you this walk was your lifeline and to you this path is what we remember you by.
By Rilee Arey2 years ago in Petlife
Dear Mom, I am more of you than I thought
Dear Mom, It almost seems kind of silly writing something to you when I actively talk to you daily. You are my best friend, my supporter of life and are the reason I am alive and well today. I tell you everything and when I say everything, I mean EVERYTHING. Often things that are defined under the TMI range, but you get it all. You share your life lessons with me, I know your stories as if I lived them, and half the time I know what story you are going to pull out when I tell you about the situation I am in. But my whole life I have loved you but struggled to find an ounce of myself in you.
By Rilee Arey2 years ago in Confessions