when the movers showed up in the bulky, white truck with the wheels that so badly needed to be oiled, I still couldn't believe it. how fast time passes, how slow time passes, how the boxes were already all packed up and making their way into the back of that truck. and no, I wasn't having a change of heart. I was thrilled to see the truck drive away, your car trailing after it, almost rolling through the stop sign at the corner. but that doesn't mean I wasn't shocked that the day finally came-- I guess I shouldn't have been, as all days eventually do come.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! It’s inspired by my grandma finally getting her own place and moving out from my family’s house after about 8 months of her living with us. It had been an extremely rough time since we didn’t exactly have the room for her and I have a rocky relationship with my grandma, but the light at the end of the tunnel is here. Feel free to leave feedback and/or writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke
adventures of a typical high school student 