Isn't it funny how time just a fly's past you? Because moving from Bristol to Liverpool felt like I'd blinked, and suddenly, I was catching a train out of there. I woke up on the day I was moving, static with excitement. I went downstairs for breakfast (well, a slice of toast, I needed something quick). When I finished, I went back upstairs to get washed and dressed. After washing, I got ready. I wore blue baggy sweatpants, a black vest top, and a knitted jumper. I wanted to be as comfy as possible, seeing as it would be a long train journey, and I wasn't planning to do anything after it. I didn't even put on a bra because a) they were all packed, and b) as I said, I wanted to be as comfy as possible. I then tied my hair in a low ponytail.
After getting ready, I looked around my room for last-minute checks of what I forgot to pack and if there was anything I could bring with me. I looked over at my desk and saw my CDs stacked on each other like a tiny skyscraper. I'd meant to get myself a shelf to put them on, but I'd never gotten around to it. I went over to look at them, to remind myself of all the times when I'd gotten home from school, put on a CD, and danced around my room, forgetting about the tiresome day I had.
I decided to bring a couple with me for the days when I want to dance around the room again. My Halsey album, The 1975 album, a 5 Seconds of Summer CD, my PVRIS album, my 21 Pilots CD, and my Bring me the Horizon album. I packed my phone and iPod, too. It's just I thought maybe if they ran out of charge or anything, I could still listen to music (if I find a place with a CD player, of course). I stuffed the albums in my backpack, unplugged my phone and iPod, and stuffed them in my bag with their chargers. I looked around the room again, checking that I hadn't forgotten anything, but also reminiscing. I'd lived in that room my entire life. My sister and I shared it when I was younger, and when she moved out, it became mine. But now 12 years later, I'm moving out too... well, sort of.
I slung my backpack over my back, picked up my suitcase, and went downstairs. When I reached the hall, my mother awaited me at the door.
"What on earth are you doing up early?" It was only 6:00, and for a woman like my mum, it was almost impossible for her to be up this early.
"Well, I thought I would drop you off at the train station. Save you the hassle of spending money on parking," she replied.
"Really?" I couldn't believe it, was this my mum? Doing something for me for a change?
"Yes. And I don't trust your driving. "now there's the woman I know.
"Okay, should we go then?" She said, looking a little excited. Why was she excited? She wasn't the one leaving.
She opened the door and went to the tiny driveway to start the car. Before I left, I turned around to look at the house I was about to leave, possibly for good. The dark hallway leading to the staircase, the empty kitchen to the side of the hallway and my right, the door to the living room. Remembering all the bad times and the good times (if there were any good times). Remembering how my sister and I, when we were younger, used to dress up as fairies and play and makeup stories in these rooms. My eyes began to blur with tears. I didn't know why, of course, because I was ecstatic about the fact that I was leaving this place. But this was where I'd lived my entire life, so I knew I would miss it part of the time.
"Bye then, house." I whispered to myself, "Thanks for being my shelter"
I turned around and left the house to see my mum waiting for me in the car. Outside, the sun was beginning to rise, and the air was still and cold. I locked the door behind me, went to the back of the car, and put my bags in the back seat. After putting my bags in the back, I sat next to my mother in the passenger seat. As we pulled away, I turned my head to look back at the house. Watching it getting smaller as we went further down the street until we turned at the junction. Watching all the things I knew go past me for the last time. The bus stops, the mini-markets I used to get food from. I was finally gonna leave it all behind. As we drove over the Suspension Bridge, I remembered all the times I spent daydreaming there. We drove past the old jobs that I had thankfully left the week before. It felt good to leave them. I hated working for them. The only job I loved was at the toy shop. The rest were just for the money.
