Lunar guardian

New york morning!

Beep-Beep-Beep-

"Ember wake up sweetheart. It's 10 in the morning. Get ready and eat your breakfast, the flight is in 3 hours."

I wake up to my alarm screaming in my ears and the moment i turn it off my mother voice hits my eardrums. pushing myself off the bed groaning on the thought that now i have to get up or we will most probably miss the flight, if i don't get up.

"WORST SUNDAY EVER!", saying that to myself staring at my reflection in the mirror, i went into the shower.

I shower, with cold water I might add to wake myself up, brilliant idea too. Note the sarcasm. I almost screamed at the shower head and by screaming I mean yelling. This morning is the worst morning ever.

dressed in a plain black full sleeve top, which is not warm at all, a grey high waist cargo pants and a black leather jacket which will keep me warm in this slightly chilly weather of New York city during May, made my way downstairs and towards the open kitchen.

 walking in, I see pancakes stacked on a plate with strawberries and blueberries on the side, a bottle of homemade maple syrup, curtsy of my Nona(Dad's mom), stood near the plate, placed near the bar stools on the kitchen island, practically drooling at the sight. 'yum...love you mother!'

I take a seat and start filling my empty stomach with delicious chocolate pancakes and blueberries and strawberries with mouth-watering maple syrup on-top. 'BEST BREAKFAST EVER!'

"anybody who sees you eating like that, might think I don't feed you at all. "my mom says coming from the pantry with a box in hand which I am pretty sure has the last of things left in the pantry.

"I would gladly let them think that as long as it means,......I will get more Pancakes!"i told my mom while chewing on the strawberry in my mouth.

"well, finish your breakfast and pack the rest of your stuff that's out. We're leaving in half an hour." my mom said putting the box from the pantry in the pile of goodwill boxes. Dad said to not pack to much from the house just necessities and personal belongings, the rest of the stuff will be replaced by the new ones. all the stuff will be there before we arrive, as we already sent out the packed boxes, the stuff which is with us right now is just ourtoiletries and a couple clothes and shoes which can be stuffed in a carry-on bag.

"the flight's at 1 and it's not even 12 yet!" I quarrelled with her.

"But, it's 11 and you took an hour to take a damn shower. Now work fast."

"fine." I said and munched on my last bite of the pancakes. a walked towards the sink cleaned and dried it up and put the plate in one of the goodwill boxes which already had plates and other cutlery in it. I grabbed the bottle of maple syrup off the counter-top and walked towards the staircase and up to my room to pack my bag.

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it took 20 freaking minutes to finish off all the packing and now I am finally done! i plopped down on the bed to finally relax, but a knock on my door makes me pull my head from the pillow and see who it is.

"Hey Princess! done with the packing yet?" my Dad poke his head through the door and asked me the question.

"what do you think?" i said gesturing my hands around an empty room them around the room.

he looked around and then turned to me grinning as he leaned against the door frame. I just raised an eyebrow at him in a questioning way.

"well, there's still the bed" he says in a matter-of-factly tone.

"well it's not like its gone fit in there.." i hold out my hand gesturing it towards my now fully packed suitcase.

We looked into each other's eyes for 2 seconds or so before going into a laughter fit.

"urghh...enough dad....i...can't...lagugh...my ..stomach...hurts.." I manage to say in between laughs.

my dad and i have one thing in common when in a laughing fit we are not able to stop because when we see the other person after getting hold of your own laughter we break into another fit together.

"If you two are done the driver's here, let's go! it's time to go." My mom says leaning against the door frame starring at me on the bed and dad on the floor sitting while resting his back against the wall.

"Let's go! time for a new chapter to begin." my dad says.

'He is really enjoying his retirement.' I say to myself. Dad deserved his retirement as he worked hard for his company for 20 years of his life and now when he thought he had enough money he wanted to move to some small city and live a happy and relaxing life with his family. Don't get me wrong I love new York city. But moving to a smaller city doesn't sound like a bad idea. We are rich but dad and mom never spoiled me to much, they taught me to value the stuff I had and shop for what I need. I was never part of the high society girls who are just show-offs with their Gucci bags and Versace dresses,... I sometimes do like them but my wardrobe isn't filled with this kind of stuff. I like simple and elegant and sometimes badass things.

for most of my life we never stayed in one place as dad had constant transfers to different company branches as to overlook them and make a report of there status, progress, profit and etc. the longest we stayed somewhere was 2 years in Bangalore, India ,as dad was tasked to improve and management of the newly established branch of the company in Bangalore.

i made a few friends there but i close friends were in new York and even though we only met a couple of times a year i knew they would be there for me like always. They are also from rich families but their families have also not spoiled them that much as one of my friend learned to do coding and she has been earning quite a fortune out of it.

When we meet we often go shopping and end up buying a lot of branded stuff,...that's from our own earned money not our parent's money. and when we buy a lot of new stuff we give the old stuff which is in the same condition it was bought in, to a charity foundation our group of friends created.

so we try never to waste stuff. Don't get me wrong like our family gives us huge amount of money every month but we end up not spending it and saving it or buying stocks or give to charity. and i am pretty happy that I got to travel with my family and see different places. and staying in a place for a longer period of time and exploring the city on your own gives you a life changing experience.

and i have had a lot of them and few with my close friends who came to visit,...so i think its safe to say 'I am ready for what you've got for me world. Bring it on!'

And now the Swifts are moving to a small city called Carmel in California. Lets see what the world has in store for me now.....