Who We Used to Be

Age 10: Sky

         When daddy announced that he had a surprise for us, I didn't expect this. I was hoping for the little sister or brother that I had always been wishing for, or that we would go vacationing in the Bahamas like we did last summer. But no; this "surprise" would ruin everything. "Well, Sky your mother and I have been thinking, and we have something to tell you." Daddy announced as we were eating dinner one early spring night. Please let me get a puppy or a little sibling or both, I desperately hoped to myself. "As I was saying, I had got a new job promotion and well your mother and I have been thinking it over for the last few moths. I know you will be upset, but we think that this is the best for all of us. We're moving. To Florida. That's were my new job is, we'll be leaving right after school ends for you."  Daddy said. Wait, what?! We're moving. Growing up Daddy always liked living in Los Angeles. He was a pediatric cardio thoracic heart surgeon, which paid for everything. That's why we could afford a house here. See mommy and daddy both grew up in small coastal towns on the east coast, and once they meet in medical school (mommy's a nurse) the rest became history. They both wanted to live somewhere warm, but still near the beach. When they vacationed in Los Angeles a couple years before I was born they exclaimed that it was perfect. So if it was so perfect why are moving then? "But, but why? I thought you loved it here. We all loved it here." I proclaimed. "Well darling," stated mommy, "We do love it here, but we wanted you to live and experience what we had growing up. From waking up each morning right on the beach. Now L.A. is near the beach, but we don't live on the beach." "Just think about learning to surf like you had always wanted to do," agreed daddy, " The ocean will be right in our backyard!" "Here's an idea, what about we stay her, but just get a house right on the ocean in L.A.?" I countered back. "Darling your father got an exceptional job opportunity down there, and we just thought maybe we could just get away from the hassle and bustle that our lives are consumed in up here." mommy said. This was NOT what I was expecting. 

          As the weeks kept flying by my time here was running out. I threw tantrums and fights, I wouldn't talk to mommy and daddy for two weeks. I even trashed the house, but it did no good cause Marla our maid would just eventually keep following me around; so whatever I threw or dropped she picked right back up. Every time mommy or daddy packed something up I would unpack it and then put it back to where it belonged. Nothing worked, mommy and daddy started to ignore my patterns to trying to make me excited about the move. Instead they tried everything to make me excited about it. Mommy would leave Pottery Barn Teen catalogs on my bed with pages marked and having sayings on them like "This bedspread is super cute", our"Maybe a beach theme for your new bedroom" She even started going as far as getting me my own surf board, new swimsuits, and getting me a new luggage set to pack my stuff up in. Nothing worked though, so eventually our butler Arnold had to pack up all of my stuff. While this was hard, saying good bye to my best friends was even harder. Galena and Latrina. Of course we promised to write, and email, but it just wouldn't be the same without them. As it got closer and closer to the day we were leaving my life felt like it was falling apart. The house was so empty, and we already sold it. On June 12th mommy, daddy, and I left for the airport. And as the plane started to take off I said my goodbyes to sunny L.A., and said hello to Jupiter Island, Florida.