relocation
today is the day i pack up my stuff and move across the country for college.
on my bed, sit the stuff of all the items i’ve swept away in bags , to give to the thrift shop. it truly breaks my heart as i feel a grave loss. these were memories of my teen years, my family.
on the floor sit boxes of things i wanted to keep, pictures of me and my mother, my best friend and lastly a stuffed animal that just looks like my childhood dog.
as i check around my room, a feeling of i won’t be here for a while, rushes over me. i run my hands over my bed, my wardrobe. the edge of the chest of draws almost cuts through my fingers as my fingers dance along the edges.
realising the time, i carry my last box through the house with me. as i go i soak in the layout, so i can picture it in my mind when i miss it most. feeling overwhelmed i open my front door. the last time i’ll do this for a while, i think to myself..
as i sit in my old beat up car, i cry quietly. this is a brand new era of my life, yet all i can think about is how i want to hold onto my youth…