September, 1994
The sun was already gone when we arrived, and a cold and rainy weather impregned everything, as I was entering two of my last big packed boxes into our new home.
I wasn't so happy to be there, the truth is I was even mad at my father. I didn't blame him because of getting a new position in his work and having to move to a completely different country, it was not him who chose these things, and those were quite hard times, I understood that.
But I was so attached to France. The nine years we had spent there had been good, though I didn't socialise so much. But I had so many good memories from there, specially because of my family, although there had been some bad moments too.
It felt so strange to be back in England after all that time.
My mother made me come back to reality and interrupted my nostalgic thoughts - "There are still two or three boxes in the car, go and help your father, please" - She asked me as she was unpacking some other boxes. I went out and my father gave me one of them, and he followed me with the last two ones, finally. At least we came weeks earlier to bring some stuff from home. My room was almost ready, but I still had things to unpack and put on its place.
I went upstairs to my new room and put the boxes on the bed. I started unpacking and I had them empty in half an hour. I took all my pictures and let them on a side of the bed once the empty boxes were yet on the floor.
I sat there and rested my head on one of the cushions I had brought from France. It had the smell of my old house. I still couldn't believe that from that day I could no more call it my house. For a moment, my cousins and my uncle and aunt came to my mind, and a feeling of sadness filled me because I didn't know when I'd get the chance to see them from then.
"Have you prepared everything for tomorrow? Haven't you missed any book at home?" - My father entered to the room. "Uh...yeah, I've got them all, dad" - I said standing up and going to get my bag, to make sure all were there. The next day was going to be my first day in this new school on Norris Rd, I wasn't feeling so nervous to be honest.
"Yes, I've got everything" - I said.
"Good then" - "We're still unpacking dining room stuff, so if you're hungry you can order a pizza or something. Now the kitchen still has to get cleaned, at least for tomorrow" - He explained and leaved in a strange expression of compassion, before giving me a paper from a food place in the town.
I was hungry but I wouldn't have cared if I hadn't had dinner, I was really tired. Anyway I took a look at the paper and I looked for a pizza that was only made out of cheese, tomatoe and any kind of vegetals. I made a phone call and ordered it.
15 minutes later I had the pizza, I got surprised when I realised it was still so warm, apart from the very cold weather.
I offered my parents some before cutting it - "What does it have?" - My father asked. "Tomatoe, cheese and parsley" - I answered looking for some scissors or a knife in a drawer. "You could have ordered a tuna or bacon one" - He complained and I got even madder. "Well, I'm sorry but I prefer not to eat a life!" - I said in a tone that made my mother a little angry. "Don't you use that tone on us, Luna" - She seemed so bothered, and I felt bad for her. They said they weren't so hungry so I cut the pizza in 4 pieces and put it on a plate, then I went to my room.
I bit a piece of pizza and I let the plate on the desk. I began to fold some clothes and hung them on the wardrobe. Once I had finished I took the pictures from my bed and I put them on the wall - There were lots of A-ha, my dearest loves, some of Jack (our last dog). When I put them up I felt a very deep impulse of crying, but I tried to avoid it. It still was so recent for me.
When I finished I kept eating but I couldn't end with all the pieces, so I put these two in the fridge. The radio was on and they were playing something really good, it was a band called The Smiths, and it was the first time I heard their name.
I said good night to my parents and I went upstairs without even knowing what time it was. When I looked at the clock I got shocked to see it was almost 1 am.
I removed all that was still in my bed and I had actually finished with everything. I got some pyjama pants on and a big sized and comfy t-shirt. I could finally get some sleep. I left the curtains of the window open and I got into bed. I wrapped myself in the warm blanket and it felt really comfortable.
I let my eyes on the window, and I tried to forget all thoughts and relax.
