There i was, sitting on the stairs of my house. It was like all the memories that i swear i never knew, we are just flooding to my head.
I look at the tree in our front yard. I remember swinging on the branches and pretending different senarios. I then move my head to the road. That was where i learned how to ride a bike and drive a car. I remember all the times i would run and jump in the puddles in the yard. I sure am going to miss this place, but its all for good causes i am told.
My father recently got a job in warmer part of Cali. Ive always wanted to live there. I constanly watch videos with people who live there on Youtube. They've always been fun to watch.
Back to reality; This is actually is it. Im moving. No more cold and snowy winters, No more dressing up warmly in the cold, no more memorable events, No more New York.
As it starts to turn night, my mother and father call me down to the neatly packed kitchen."Lianna" they say. For some reason i feel like im in trouble because thats alway how it goes. Its like a pattern;
Scold, ground, repeat
scold ground repeat.
Its so boring and predictable. So i slowly walk down to the kitchen. My parents are there looking at boxes and boxes of things. "can you please help us we need to label all of these things?" " sure" i say.
So the night goes on and we just label until dawn.
