A C4 World

The Move

I can't believe I have lived in Florida my whole life, thinking this would be living forever, and now here I am, moving to the Big Apple. The place where every artist and musician can express themselves in any way possible.  But that's not why I am moving there.

My mom got a new job in Albany but couldn't find there so she decided to find a place in the closest spot possible, NYC, the Big Apple, New York City. I've about this place forever, well as long as I can remember at least. 

I am packing up the last of my camo, cargo shorts, and oversized shirts when I take one last look into my mirror.

This mirror has seen me at my best and at my worst. It has seen me through y girly phase, where I wore lip gloss, pink hair bows, dresses that were way too short for me, and bejeweled sandals, every day. Even during the winter, except I would have to wear a light jacket every now and then. But I always managed to have on at least one shade of pink and something with glitter and sparkles on it.

It has even been here and watched me go through my "emo" stage. Which, to be honest, I am just now getting out of. In the dark stages of my "emo" stage, i always wore way too much black eyeliner, old punk rock t-shirts, and only listened to punk rock. Plus, the beanies, I could never forget the beanies. I always wore them and I still do along with some caps. they just made me feel somewhat comfortable in my own skin. 

Another phase, out of many, that I went through was the social media phase. this phase consisted of me being totally obsessed with Instagram and Snapchat, but mostly Instagram. I remember skipping classes a lot because I wanted to take the perfect pictures, Eventually, my grades dropped and I was grounded for at least a month. Along with not being able to touch my phone for a month, I had to delete all my socials, including my Instagram which has around 100k followers. but in a way, I am glad that I got grounded, because that was when I picked up my first skateboard.

Skateboarding, along with art and music, is my passion. It's like whenever I pick up my board all my worries and troubles go away. I just get in a state of complete and utter calmness. Everything is just perfect when I am riding. If I ever had to give up skateboarding, I don't know how I would continue to even breath. My mom thinks that this just "another one of my stupid phases," but I know in my heart that t is not.

I snap out of my thoughts and look at myself again. My mom told me to dress comfortably because it was going to be a long drive, so I did. I have my hair down, which I hate by the way,  so I can wear my beanie. To go along with my "comfortable" clothes, I have on some baggy sweatpants that are too big for me, but I don't care, one of my old punk rock tees and my black Gucci slides with red stripes.

I have never understood why I don't look more like my parents. I have a tannish-yellow skin tone than them, or her now. My dad left when I was younger but there are pictures of him everywhere. Also, my mom has a golden hair color, but my natural hair color is black, though it is lavender color now with my black roots. I have honey -colored round eyes, yet my mom has a gray has blue eyes. and they start when I was like one maybe two years old. My face is in the shape of a rounded square, even though my mom has a triangle0-shaped head. The idea that I am adopted has crossed my mind before but it's nothing I have seriously ever thought about. I mean like. We have so many family photos.

"Jordan, come on we have to go," my mom yells at me from the dining room downstairs. "One second mom! I have to put my guitar into its case and grab my headphones, spray paint , and art set." I yell back, a little annoyed, because that is like he fourth time she has checked on me. To be fair, that's not even what I am doing though because everything that I want to take with me is ready. Now I am just looking around, remembering every time that I painted this room, which is a lot. I think I painted it a different color every time I went through another stage, except for when I  got out of my "emo" stage. And this mirror has been here through it all, alongside m, its like  the bestfriend I never got to have. But now it's time to move on, leave this old life behind and start a new one, and that includes leaving my mirror behind. I pick up my backpack and guitar case, then walk toward my door.  I take in my last breath of air from this room then walk out of the door.