back to the house on arbor hill

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Sometimes I want to believe that maybe I know who you are. At other times I acknowledge that maybe I haven’t even met you yet. Whoever you are, I haven’t been to the places you come from, and you haven’t been to the places I come from. I don’t think the places I come from even still exist anymore, except as a memory inside me. 

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But I feel like the house on Arbor Hill is a shared part of our past. Part of me still wanders its halls. It’s not painless for me to go back to that place. It’s a reminder of a life I never got to live, but maybe still could someday, with your help, whoever you might be. I know you’ve walked its halls too. That’s what brings me back. I can feel your presence there as much as I can feel the presence of the Greenbriar family.

I walk its halls looking for you. I look for you in the couch fort in the living room, where I think I can hear echoes of your laughter.

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I look for you in the room where the house’s sad history was finally put to rest, where the pain of the past is reconciled to make room for the possibility of love in the future.

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I look for you up in the attic darkroom, where I glimpse the life I want to live, if not the person I want to live it with.

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Look for me up there. I’ll be waiting.

*****

Gone Home is my favorite game of last year, and, in my opinion, the best and most important game of last year, too. A special edition release is now available.