The Move
When my mother first told me that we was moving one hundred and twenty miles away from our big city to a small deprived town, I was so angry. How could she do this, I asked myself. However, in just over a year I'd learn and realize that my life would change for the better…
I remember the rain pouring down after she told me, was it a sign? I thought. I tried everything to try and stop our big move, from sabotaging my room so the new buyers would drop out, to running away from home. I never succeeded. Then came the day I was dreading the most, September 3rd 2012, moving day. As we loaded our belongings into the van, it didn't feel real that we was packing up a bunch of memories to move to a strange and different place. It didn't feel right saying goodbye to my childhood home. I stood in my empty room that felt so much bigger than before remembering all the fun times I once had. I was awoken from a daydream
"Megan" my mother shouted. "It's time to go"
I slowly walked down the stairs and headed into the car. Having one final glance, we waved goodbye to our home and drove into the sunset towards our new destination.
It does turn romantic honest