Chapter 2-8: Xander

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I was carrying unfolded cardboard boxes on my left shoulders to my house, knocking for my parents to answer.

I looked at Eva who was beside me the whole time.

"6 more days." She said.

"Yeah." I gave a chuckle. "And I'll be in New York."

My dad came up to me and gave me a big hug. "I am so proud of you." He held me tight.

"Thanks dad." I hugged him back.

I went inside looking around the house. Remembering all bits and pieces throughout growing up here. Like the kitchen where I would help mom stir some of the ingredients of desserts and the living room where I would watch episodes of chowder and the crazy dishes they prepare.

Both inspired me to see the fun and cooking.

I got to the second floor going opening the door to my room. I never knew how much space I used to fill the blue walls with posters of things I used to like in high school.

I sat down on my bed and put the box down.

"You okay." Eva asked.

"Yeah." I took a breathe. "Just a little bit overwhelmed I guess."

"What's on your mind?"

I looked around the room. "All of this. It's just one small room with big ideas I got from growing up."

"Where do you wanna start packing?" She asked.

I got up walking to my cabinet. "Let's take our time. I don't wanna rush things a lot."

She then handed me the sweater she bought. "Let's put this first." She said.

I chuckled then looked at her. "I'll miss you."

"Me too."

I put the sweater inside the box.

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