I sat in the sill of my bay window, staring down on the suburban streets that I call "home". Children were running around, riding bikes and jumping rope; giggles and laughter permeated the air. Dogs ran alongside the kids, being their security and companion, grandparents bonded with their grandchildren down the street at the local park, and the Little League Baseball Team was having their final game of the season.
I couldn't help but to sit and sulk, knowing that this would be my official last day here. My father was in the Military, meaning we moved every so often. I had already been here for a year, hoping this would remain my final home. Mother had promised this would be home for good, until Dad received a phone call informing him that we would have to relocate to Florida.
Honestly, I was horrified of moving there. It was so different compared to my home here in Brockway, Pennsylvania. Besides, I had already gotten used to my surroundings and I have made quite a number of friends. Though, Dad always said not to get too comfortable. I was continuously being torn away from my friends and family as a child. I'm not even 18 years old and have moved more than a convict on the run in his whole lifetime. Sad, I know.
My doorknob shuffled around, then the door slowly opened. I didn't bother looking back. Instead, I stayed silent and continued staring upon my neighborhood.
"Honey, do you have everything packed? We're leaving to the airport at the crack of dawn," Mother said, peeking her head in. Silence. A warm stream of tears rolled down my cheek. "Abby, are you alright?" I turned to her. A look of sympathy overtook her.
"I don't want to leave!" I yelled, bursting out into endless tears. She sat next to me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders.
"Look, I know this is hard for you, having to move around so much. Well, your father and I had a talk last night..." she started. "And?!" I asked, begging for her to continue.
"We decided, since we're going to be moving back and forth a lot, we'd let you go stay with your Aunt Beth back home in Huntington. You can go back to your old neighborhood, and possibly see some of your childhood friends, and you get to live with your cousin Erik!" A large grin grew across my face.
"Mom, you're kidding!" I exclaimed. She chuckled, and then pulled out a plane ticket from her pocket. Written across it said Los Angeles Airport.
The rest of the night, I sat up in my room and finished packing. Now, I was overwhelmed to leave. I'd get to see all of my old friends, make new ones and be settled into a home I knew I wouldn't have to leave. I'd have the security of having someplace that I was always able to go home and eat or sleep and know I wasn't going to have to up and leave months later.
My heart started to shatter as I remembered what I had left back home in California. Even though it wasn't the same part, it was still painful to be back returning to that state. Tears trickled down my face at the thoughts. I wiped them away, and continued readying for the big move.
