Basement

so i've moved out of my grandmothers basement.
it's strange.. cause i was there for about three years.
my first room. that sounds weird.. but it really was.
i mean i've had a room when i was younger.. but
i went six years of my life without a room/space of my own.
i know most people don't understand.. but i mostly felt
unwanted and forced to not be a part of my family as a teen.
taking up space on couches.. and borrowed areas.
and even though i had no choice but to move down there..
to me that space was ridiculously important.
it was torn, and haggard.. but it was mine.
.. it's only been about a month now.
.. and i'm really beginning to miss it.