The Art Of Our Thoughts

The thing about moving away from home

I'm only a month away from being eighteen. That doesn't mean that I'm moving out of my parent's house anytime soon.

That also doesn't mean that I don't think about the time I will.

It makes my stomach drop, and my heart to clench in sort of a painful way.

The thing about my family is that we're really attached to eachother. My siblings and I are closer than most.

Not to mention my little sister who I've come to realize pulled me out of so many dark corners, and she doesn't even know it. All she has to do is be there, and be the silly goofball she is.

So the idea of leaving a warm home that is filled with laughter, memories, sadness, and so much more, is like leaving a part of you behind.

And when the day comes, I'm not really sure I'll be remotely ready for it.

Like sure, it would be exciting to have my own home, my own income, be independent, but I find it hard for it to feel like home the same way my childhood home did.

I'm grateful for my family, for my comfy home, and for the environment I've lived in. I understand that not everyone is fortunate enough to have that, and that's why it's hard taking it for granted.
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Dedicated to: My family

-S.S.