I am the worst at goodbye's. Literally. I'm awkward and uncomfortable and I'm sure the people around me can tell and wonder why I don't care and only give a halfway-butt out hug (I've literally had someone accuse me of that). I'm awkward, I can't help it. But really, I love and appreciate everything people I love do for me; I'm just terrible at relaying the message. Now, here's where it gets even more awkward. How do you say bye to a home?
Home is where your heart is. Blah blah blah. What happens when a piece of your heart is staying where your home is? Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm?
I don't have much experience with moving,so I don't really know how to behave. I've lived in three different apartments, two different dorm rooms, but temporary living doesn't count. I always had my home that I could go back to and sleep in my own bed. My grandma moved when I was eleven, and it was terrible. Not terrible because packing sucked, or anything like that. It was probably the best summer of my life. My cousins, brothers and I spent the days playing in the pond, kick the can at night, and days when it was too humid, good ol' Harry Potter/Hogwarts/Hotel inside my grandma's house. I don't really remember any packing, although I'm sure that's what my uncle's and aunts must've been doing. It was terrible because that was the most magical place I've ever been to in my life and now the only times I can ever return is in my dreams where something is always distorted or out of place. I remember being in the back of our minivan as my dad drove away for the last time. I had tears in my eyes. And that is exactly what I expect will come of my childhood home and it makes me sad and my eyes are always full of tears.
I really don't want to go on about this, because I feel like all I do these days is be sad about something that, I guess, isn't a living being. I just want to honor and acknowledge that this is my last night in 6210 CR AA and that it will forever be a piece of me. In a way, I'm glad no one will ever again live here, in a very selfish way. Also, I think it's time to move on. Maybe now I'll learn how to be an adult.
R.I.P. home, I'll love you forever and like you for always.
I promise to forever miss you and try to keep my dreams as accurate as possible.
(photo credit to my lovely cousin, Mary, who I will be seeing soon!!!)
Also, Somewhere Over the Rainbow is such a happy song.
yes i really do love that song x
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