The Swing set Story

December 7th, 2013

5:30 A.M. Mom is sobbing as I'm about to get on my subway to go to my new apartment literally at least an hour away. See, they live in Troy and I'm going to Albany. Not JUST to get away from my clingy family, but to start over. Get a new life. Being the only child is a living hell for the following reasons:
A. They're way to overprotective about you since they don't have anyone else
B. All your parents hopes and dreams are crushed when you say you want to do something other then what they want you to do because who else do they have shove college up your rear until you go? Oh right. No one.
And C. You're in the spotlight for doing almost everything wrong but when you do something right, it's hardly acknowledged.
Please tell me I'm not alone here. Seriously.
Anyways, I had all my luggage. Since it was winter I had loads on loads of clothing on. I gets way too cold here and God even freaking Indiana sounds nicer than this. Worst of all I'm here earlier then the subway should be here, so my mom is saying her goodbyes for about 10 minutes while people awkwardly stare at me and in my mind I want I just say "Hey stranger! I'm sorry about my crazy mom! She's, you know, being my mom!"
I love her but really? I cannot wait to just...be free! Go away from everything! Bad memories put away! Being myself! This can totally backfire at anytime but I don't care! I'm happy! I guess.
My dad stared at my mom the whole time she was crying into my shoulder. I gave him eye contact as in "please get her off of me" but he did not want to mess with my sobbing, unstable, completely raccoon-eyed mother.
"Mom!" I chuckled as I tried to move my arm so she could stop putting pressure onto my shoulder. "Please let go! You're making a scene." I whispered.
I couldn't hear her that well. Her sobbing made her sound like she was gasping for air so it just came out "I-I-IIIIII *gasp* W-Will m-m-m miss you broooook-ieee!"
I let out a sigh. A sigh that said "do something dumbass or else she'll be calling you the first 5 minutes of the ride there.
I grabbed ahold of her shoulders and looked at her in the eyes. I was taller then her so she had to somewhat look up at me which always made me laugh in my evil head of mine.
"Momma...you'll be okay. You can drive and see me almost anytime. You have to let me grow up and let me go"
Ew gag. Sadness and emotion.
She sniffled her nose and stood up straight. She wiped her eyes with her thumb and smeared her makeup even more then it was in the first place.
"I love you Brookie. Call me as soon as you get to your apartment! Don't forget to get your car too! It should be in
the parking lot of your apartment if no one touched it! Are your keys still in your purse? If not-"
"Mom." I said in a serious tone, lifting one eyebrow up. Basically making that "Are you kidding me?" Face.
"Sorry dear..." She replied sadly looking behind me. I didn't know why until I turned around and saw my subway train and the doors sliding open. A few people got on, waddling in like penguins crammed together.
"Well!" I sighed slapping my hands at my side. "It's time to go..."
I picked up my suitcases with one hand and hugged my mom with the other. I could feel more tears on my shoulder. My dad and I made eye contact for a second. I looked away as he rubbed his neck nervously. I could tell that he didn't want to be here, mostly for the reason of seeing me again. "Goodbye Brooklyn." He faintly said as he looked at his sneakers. "Bye...dad."
I took ahold on my stuff and dragged it onto the bus. I turned around and saw momma clinging onto dad's arm. Dad turning away as I turned around and mom still sobbing. I didn't feel sad, no not sad. I felt more independent. Like I was finally on my own. Away from everything. I finally was stepping onto the subway train, dropping my stuff onto floor and holding onto the handle above me. I saw the door closing in front of me. I took a deep breathe and whispered... "This is it."