8 Years

Chapter I

I was 10 when we moved to a new house.

A kid like me who was tired of moving and running like a mouse.

But I have no choice, though; that's our fate—to choose temporary over permanent.

But this thing will end soon; living in a house that isn't ours isn't meant to.

Once I stepped onto this strange land, I said to myself, "This is it; no turning back." 

I was aware of strange people I saw on the road saying, "It's okay, I'm just starting to pack."

Feeling uncomfortability, let me say, "Calm down; it takes time."

A foreign kid like me on a strange land has now evolved to present my homegrown place.