The House I Live In, is centered around a metaphorical dollhouse, one that represents the home that is a body. The narrator embarks on a journey in coping with the feeling of finding herself through losing herself. Rekindling with dolls that all live inside of her house, she realizes that the path to herself is not as daunting as anticipated, but rather, overwhelmingly familiar.
When you picture your younger self, imagine a doll in their place; greet it with open arms and a kiss on the forehead.
After all, it probably knows you better than you know yourself.