"Ugh more rain?" Was the first thing I heard as I walked out of my room. It was moving day... Don't get me wrong, I was excited to finally be moving back to the United States, but I had gotten so used to my life here.
When I was five, my parents got a divorce so my mother found it a good idea to leave the country. She never told me why, but I just assumed for a fresh start. We lived currently in a little town outside of Paris. Every year since my sixth birthday, we would go and do something in that marvelous city. I was now 16 and we were moving in with my grandparents in Wilkesboro, North Carolina. I've only been there a few times when I was younger, so I don't remember much other than the girl I used to have tea parties with when we were young.
"I cannot wait to be back in the States with the warmth and sunshine and countryside. I missed it so much," my mother would tell me this almost what seemed to be everyday. Although we lived outside of Paris, I guess it was much different than Wilkesboro. Our flight left around 2:30 this afternoon, so it was pretty hectic around here. There was nothing but a few boxes and mattresses left. Some of my mother's friends came the other day to pick up our stuff. We're bringing the rest with us today when we leave.
Although both my mother and I were nervous, but yet so ready to leave. Luckily we still kept most of our English. In our house, we spoke English, unless there was someone who knew no English, we would speak our native language.
I sat on the counter to see some food while my mother stared blankly out the window drinking her coffee. She did that often, I always wondered what she was thinking about. I doubt she even noticed sometimes.
