So tonight is the last night in my home. I'm in my room, empty now for the first time in 27 years. There are so many things I'm leaving behind. The carpet that I picked out for myself, I was so excited when it arrived that I slept on it that night. The trees I spent so many hours in, I climbed them, I put hammocks up in them. The lawn I used to play on and catch lightning bugs on late at night. The quiet little street I used to ride my bike on, and the park I used to walk to to play tennis or use the playground equipment. The bathroom that I redid so recently, I spent an entire day arranging the tiles to have a pattern.
I knew that I would leave one day, though part of me wished that I could have bought this house when my parents moved. But even knowing I'd leave, even knowing I'll have more freedom in my life, its still heartbreaking to have to go. I've been trying not to let it bother me, my parents need me to be strong. But here, in my own little space on the web, I can let the tears fall.
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