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I fought back the tears as I lugged up my last couple of boxes into my new home. Well, it's not really a home yet…more of an empty loft, but by the time I get done with the furnishing and decorations it will be my home.
My Home. I haven't felt at home in almost 5 years. I moved out to Arizona to be closer to my boyfriend of two years. He said he didn't think he could handle our long distance relationship any longer, so I packed up all my belongings from my home state of Alabama, and moved out west. I left my friends, my family, I even had to give my puppy to my brother because I wasn't allowed to take it with me. I had to change schools, make new friends, looks for new hobbies; my life has changed so much since I moved out west but I made sure that I did not. I wasn't going to change for anyone because if they didn't love me for me then I surely did not want to be with them.
My boyfriend dumped me after living together for 2 years. He had the nerve to tell me that he didn't think our personalities were compatible. How dare he say that after 4 years of our relationship? Why did he have to wait so long to tell me, after he wasted so much time; after he made me change my life for him?
I finally made it to the entrance of my loft. I threw down a box of clothing I was carrying and made my way towards the bathroom.
I quietly began to sob into my hands as I sat down on the side of the tub. I've been on an emotional rollercoaster ever since the breakup. At random parts of the day I would just break down and start crying, or if I saw something that reminded me of him, the tears would just come. On the outside I always played it tough, trying to convince my worried friends back home that I was alright, but on the inside I was crying 24/7.
After I was dumped I decided that I wasn't going to stay in the state of Arizona any longer, so I decided to move to California. It's always been my dream to become a song writer, so once I was dumped I decided to take a chance while I was out here anyways.
Once I had cried all the tears that needed to be cried for that moment I decided to wash my face and go back down to my pickup truck to finish unpacking my personal belongings, before the furniture movers got there.
Once I got back to my truck I noticed I only had 2 more boxes left along with my guitar that my brother had given me as a going away present. My ex-boyfriend seemed to always be jealous of my guitar. Every time I sat down to play it, it seemed like he would find his way into the room and try to distract me from playing; but when I wasn't playing, he never paid me any attention.
I groaned as I lifted the two boxes from the bed of my truck. I wished that I could make it all in one trip, but there was definitely no way that would be happening.
"Excuse me, lady, but would you like some help?" I heard someone ask me. I sat the boxes back down where I had just picked them up from and looked down to see a boy around the age of 9 or 10. I smiled warmly at him.
"That's very sweet of you, but these boxes are kinda heavy," I told him kindly.
He pulled up his sleeve and showed me his upper arm, "But I'm pretty strong," he said proudly. I couldn't help but giggle at how cute this boy was. I had to let him help somehow.
"Alright…uh…what's your name, honey?" I asked as I bent down a little.
"I'm Sammie," he said with a smile as he held his hand out to me. I took his small hand and gently shook it.
"Well it's very nice to meet you, Sammie. I'm Kristie," I gently squeezed his hand before I stood back up.
"Do you think you could manage to carry my guitar?" I asked him as I reached over to the other side of my truck for it.
His face lit up, "I carry my brother's a lot!" he said excitedly. At least he's had experience, I laughed to myself. I slowly pulled my guitar over the side of my truck and placed it on the ground next to Sammie. I showed him where the handle was on the case. I watched as he lifted it up with two hands. I couldn't help but smile at how adorable he was.
"Alright, Sammie; my loft is on the second floor, so don't worry, you won't have to carry that for too long," I told him as I picked back up my boxes, and slammed the gate to my truck shut.
"Are you just moving in?" Sammie asked me as we walked along.
"Yes, today is the first day in my new loft," I told him with a smile. We reached a door and he kindly opened it for me.
"Thank you; that was very sweet," I complimented him as we reached the elevator. I sighed with relief as I rested the boxes on the handle inside the elevator. I could tell Sammie was a little relieved to sit down my guitar as well.
The elevator opened on the second floor and I sat down my boxes once more to pull out my key. I opened my door and slid the boxes in with my feet; I was too tired to lean down and pick them up again.
"Wow," I heard Sammie say as he followed me in, "this looks totally different from my brothers' place," he stated as he sat down my guitar.
"Do you live with your brothers?" I asked him curiously. He shook his head.
"No, I live with my mom and dad still, but my older brothers live in the place on the 3rd floor," he told me. I nodded to him.
"Then are you here visiting your brothers?"
"Yes; mom dropped me off and I was on my way up when I saw you," I smiled at how thoughtful this young boy was. Then I realized his brothers must be worried sick about him if they knew he was coming.
"Sammie, did your brothers know that you were coming to visit them?" I asked. He nodded.
"I think so," I quickly walked over to my purse and got a $5 out of my wallet.
"Here you go sweetie, for being such a strong helpful man," I smiled as I watched him blush, "and on your way out I'll have some sweet tea made if you would like to stop by for some," I watched his blush deepen. I couldn't help but giggle on the inside.
"I don't know if my brothers will let me but I'll ask," he smiled shyly.
"Well tell them they're invited too if they'd like," I said as I started to walk to the elevator. I didn't want anything to happen to him.
We said our goodbyes as I watched him get on the elevator. I walked back into my loft and started to unpack my things while I waited on the movers.
I looked around and for the first time really noticed how nice the loft was. Maybe I could get use to living here. One could only hope.