The air was cold I felt a breeze on my neck as I stood outside Watching Waiting Trucks drove in and out of my driveway People talked as they picked up boxes Then placed them down And then drove off I felt a tear run down my cheek But it froze before it hit the ground I wanted to puke Or sob Or throw a tantrum as if I was a toddler Because in this moment, I felt like one. The toddler that had grown up in this very house All sorts of memories flooded my mind My first time riding a bike Building a treehouse with my dad When I got a puppy for my 10th birthday They all happened here. I didn’t want to leave But I had to move on I was 16 now And my dad had gotten a job a few states away I had no choice. This place was going to be someone’s else’s childhood home now I simply couldn’t believe it Nothing felt real As the last of our belongings got packed up into the trucks I got into my car, ready to head to California. It was all becoming real.