I looked at the calendar behind my bedroom door. The movers would be
here in another week. I tried to put the date out of my mind, but how
could I?
I'll describe each room, from bottom to top, along with the outdoors.
The kitchen~ large enough to hold two bedrooms
The basement~ musty smell, welcome cold in the summer, and toasty warm in the winter, from the woodstove
My bedroom~ the large closet and staring down, learning I could write, the birds awaking me in the morning, Starlight catching a bird, with no claws.
We left in the cover of night. I was happy I couldn't see much out of the windows. I didn't want to stare at the house and fields as we pulled away, knowing that would be the last time I'd ever see them. I tried my best not to cry as we slowly pulled out. I had done enough of that already for days. We turned out of the driveway and drove past the withered planks my dad
had laid to down in the ditch as a makeshift bridge so we could easily walk to our mailbox across the road. We rounded the corner and pass
the close barn, an indicator that we were leaving our house, never to
return.
We had lost some cats on that property, causing me plenty of heartache,
and but those five years were some of the best in my life. I wasn't ready to move yet, but looking back I can see that it was best that that chapter in my life had to close. By moving away from there, I eventually came to Hawaii and my college. I am very happy with my life now. But those memories have been locked in my heart ever since. I don't look back on that time with bitterness but with a wistful fondness. Change is usually for the better, and you can grow to appreciate everything in your life for some reason or another.
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