Moving Day Short Story

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I was awaken out of my sleep by the sound of my alarm going off. It was eight o’clock on the dot. Today was the day. Moving day. The day I finally get to move out of my cramed little studio apartment, and into my very first house. I could not wait any longer. Everything I owned had been packed up into boxes except for the furniture and of course my basic necessities like some clothes, toothbrush, laptop, etc. I sprung up from my bed and ran into the bathroom and into the shower. I proceeded to get ready for the day while I was waiting for the moving truck to get here. Finally around ten o’clock, I heard a knock on my door. I looked out the window and saw the moving truck in front of my building. I jumped with joy. I ran to the front door and greeted the movers. …show more content…

A few hours went by and the movers were almost done. As the took the last of my furniture out, I stood in the middle of the living room, which took up most of the space, I glanced around the room thinking of all the memories I had in that house. “I am sure going to miss this place.” I whispered quietly to myself. As I took one last look around my apartment, I headed out the front door and down the stairs to the front of the building. I got into my car and drove to my new house. With the moving truck right behind me, I had arrived at my new house. I looked down to find my hands shaking with excitement holding my new house key. I ran up the front steps and immediately put the key in the lock and opened the door. The smile on my face grew. I could still smell the fresh coats of paint on the walls. I walked throughout the house as the movers were unloading the truck. I started unpacking some boxes myself and hanging things up in my closet. The movers had brought up the very last box up to my bedroom. I thanked them for all their hard work and for handling my items with such

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