They say separation makes the heart grow fonder, though it becomes for needy, and obsessive for him. Zade Pierce has craved her for years, even all the while she was in his little brothers arms. Though not this time, Ivy Johnson isn't in were they...
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We are here. I mean I think we are, we are swerving through the numerous houses as if it was a maze, one house after one house after another then finally we reach "the" one.
As we pull up to the house immediately my stomach sinks a bit. This is it, this is the house that I am moving in and this flight over wasn't just a little trip to explore. That this is my "final destination" as the navigation says on my moms phone.
"Okay. We are here." my mom hollers out amongst the only other three other people in the car. My dad gets out of the car slowly looking at the house in front of us.
The house is nice, two stories, white, just like something you'd see out of a movie really; to be frank, it's perfect. I hate it, with its tree just in front of it and a concrete path leading up along with a series of stairs.
"This is nice right, kids?" My dad says to my brother and I, looking at us both. We nod in unison, not really knowing what to say. Even though my and my brother are close, he hasn't told me his full feelings about this move, as for the past two weeks it's kind of just been silent packing between the two of us.
"Yeah it's nice, the house is very beautiful, dad." I say smiling to him, I can see he appreciates what I said with the slight smile that comes out of him. I turn to grab some of the stuff from the car that we have packed full of all the necessities that we had to bring on the ride over.
The truck with all our old furniture and stuff should be coming soon around 4, while right now it's only around noon. That means we have about 3 hours to kill before we have to do anything. Well me and my brother at least; my mom and dad have to get the house ready for the furniture to move in, that includes a shit ton of cleaning and inspecting which my lazy ass brother, and maybe partially me, are not up for.
At this moment all I want to do is to rest in my room, and to just start putting my stuff away to at least feel a slice of normality amongst this sea of change. But I can't and it bugs me, I just want to settle in already and get over this sense of not belonging. It always tugs at me and keeps me in a constant battle of what's going on and that there is something wrong. I can't tell what it is or what's going on with myself.
Whenever I feel this way I always try and think of sections of my life I feel okay in, but in all. I don't. I'm not okay. I don't want to be here and I don't want to move. I don't want to have to leave my house behind and the memories I left in it. But I can't change what's already been done and I'll have to accept it sooner than later.
The only good part is that along with the family that we already know and their two sons, they aren't the only family that we know of that has moved up here. Some of my friends and acquaintances from elementary to even middle school are here. There are only two schools in the area as well so most will be going to the bigger school, the one I'll be going to too.
"Okay well kids, it's time for me and your dad to see how this is going to go. What we have to do first to get ready for the truck to get here and to get everything situated on time." My mother says, making me break away from my thoughts. She has a way of demanding a whole room, and taking charge. It's her strong suit, and I admire it most about her.
