Waking up on Tuesday was a nightmare. It was groggy and dull, with a jabbing pain in my side. The usual, but a bother nonetheless. Mom called my name from the bottom of the stairs and I groaned. It was another oatmeal-for-breakfast kind of day. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate oatmeal, I might actually even like it, but my (surprisingly) older cousin, Tanner, would never eat his without a pound of sugar per bowl. Watching him eat it was a trip and a half to the bathroom to go vomit. Blegh.
Anywho, I rolled my sorry ass outta bed and stood up, looking at myself in the mirror. Dark bags sat under my eyes and my hair was frazzled from rolling in my sleep so much. I looked a bit homeless as if the torn hoodie and flannel sweats were any help. After a moment of grimacing at my reflection, I decided to head downstairs for the oatmeal. It smelled like brown sugar cinnamon, my favorite.
Tanner was nowhere to be seen. "Hey ma, where's Tanny?" I asked my mother, to which she looked at me like I was crazy. "Hun he left for college today, remember..?" Oh.. right. "Oh yeah, my bad." Well, that's something to look forward to now, oatmeal having its good vibe back. I found myself a bowl and scooped some meal into it, grabbed a spoon, and headed back up to my room.
The boxes stacked in the corner by my bed looked lonely like they'd been there for months instead of, well, since yesterday. I paid them some company by using them to lean on while I looked out the window. There was some fog, the sky a pale grey, and sticky dew in the grass. What lovely weather to move to our new house in. Just great.
Cliche as it is, we're moving to a large-ish home in the middle of the woods outside of some city across the state. I'd done some research on the place, because mom never does, and found that, of course, there was suspicious activity around the area. Good job mom. Regardless, there was no changing her mind. She had found a new boyfriend/potential husband there and she was an incredibly stubborn woman. Hopefully, this guy doesn't turn out to be terrible, ya know?
~time skip to nighttime (about 8 pm)~
The drive to the new house was long and tedious, with ridiculously winding roads, and about six too many roundabouts. I wish I could have slept through the whole thing, but I had to make sure I was awake if we crashed and died. My mother is NOT the best driver, I'll just say that now. Though after all that, a whole 11 hours later, we had arrived at the new place.
It was a nice home, I won't lie. It was pretty sizable with nice design and accents and built to probably be some kind of camp cabin for a group of boy scouts, so the rooms were big and beautiful. I honestly wouldn't mind living here if only a couple of things here and there changed.
We unloaded the van into the house and after most of it was done, we had some canned soup with a sleeve of round crackers. Being only the two of us yet, it felt kind of lonely in the big house. The kitchen was nearly 3 times the size of the one in our last house, it felt incredibly weird, but mom just told me I would get used to it. I suppose so.
After dinner, we finished unpacking and mom let me go pick a room upstairs. I had chosen the one directly at the top of the stairs since I'm lazy and don't enjoy walking a whole hallway to be able to get downstairs. The room's walls were surprisingly already a deep blue in color, with a tinted lightbulb for eye sensitivity. Honestly, it was the perfect room, and so I started to set up my bed, closet, and desk. Once the finishing touches were complete, I yelled 'goodnight' to mom and simply laid in bed until I fell asleep. Tomorrow will be another day.
