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
She picked a seat in the way back, away from all the people. She silently stared out the window making a quiet list inside her head of all the things she had forgotten and all the people she remembered. Tears silently slid down her face as she remembered her aunt crying and cousins afraid of the dark in their house. She couldn’t do it anymore. It was the best for everyone she thought. Deep down though she knew how hard it would be for everyone to find out she was leaving. From her family’s tears, to the lady in the grocery store who was always so kind and remembered her name. She also knew how
My mind started to wonder though each room of the house, the kitchen where mom used to spend every waking hour in. The music room where dad maintained the instrument so carefully like one day people would come and play them, but that day never came, the house was always painfully empty. The house never quite lived to be the house my parents wanted, dust bunnies always danced across the floor, shelves were always slightly crooked even when you fixed them. My parents were from high class families that always had some party to host. Their children were disappointments, for we
As my brother, sister, dad, and I pull up to the house, I look at it with uncertainty, not knowing what to expect. It was a small blue house and had flowers planted around it. We walked up to the house with me in the lead. That didn't last long though. I was too nervous, so I stood still and turned around, waiting for my dad to get ahead of me.
For many years I would pass by the house and long to stop and look at it. One day I realized that the house was just that, a house. While it served as a physical reminder of my childhood, the actual memories and experiences I had growing up there were what mattered, and they would stay with me forever.
The day started off like any average day, I took a hot shower, got dressed and got prepared for the day. It wasn’t until I sat down and started eating my bowl full of cheerios with extra sugar, that I realized what was actually happening. Today would be the day I finally bought my first car, after a year of hard work and conservative economic decisions.
11:14 p.m.-I slowly ascend from my small wooden chair, and throw another blank sheet of paper on the already covered desk as I make my way to the door. Almost instantaneously I feel wiped of all energy and for a brief second that small bed, which I often complain of, looks homey and very welcoming. I shrug off the tiredness and sluggishly drag my feet behind me those few brief steps. Eyes blurry from weariness, I focus on a now bare area of my door which had previously been covered by a picture of something that was once funny or memorable, but now I can't seem to remember what it was. Either way, it's gone now and with pathetic intentions of finishing my homework I go to close the door. I take a peek down the hall just to assure myself one final time that there is nothing I would rather be doing and when there is nothing worth investigating, aside from a few laughs a couple rooms down, I continue to shut the door.
I walked down the staircase, across the white tile floor, and glanced through the rose stained glass window on our front door. I saw a blur of movement on the driveway. When I opened one of the two refinished oak door, I found Joey sitting in my light blue little sedan.
I woke up that morning, wondering why I had woken up so early. Then I remembered. My age group and I were graduating into knighthood today. I had woken up to get ready.
I have been stuck inside this creepy old house for more than 20 years and felt ready to finally go out into the world again. To finally be able to show everyone that I was not the horrendous person they created in their minds. For the first time in forever, I felt normal again.
Today is the day you hear the story of Areana Holder and her journey of her new power omnipotence. Today was the best day in school history, my grandparents were coming from Barbados. I got the name I am doing for secret Santa. To top that all off I got candy as well. The day just ended and I am just standing outside
Everything seems like it’s falling out of place, it’s going too fast, and my mind is out of control. I think these thoughts as I lay on my new bed, in my new room, in this new house, in this new city, wondering how I got to this place. “My life was fine,” I say to myself, “I didn’t want to go.” Thinking back I wonder how my father felt as he came home to the house in Stockton, knowing his wife and kids left to San Diego to live a new life. Every time that thought comes to my mind, it feels as if I’m carrying a ten ton boulder around my heart; weighing me down with guilt. The thought is blocked out as I close my eyes, picturing my old room; I see the light brown walls again and the vacation pictures of the Florida and camping trip stapled to them. I can see the photo of me on the ice rink with my friends and the desk that I built with my own hands. I see my bed; it still has my checkered blue and green blanket on it! Across from the room stands my bulky gray television with its back facing the black curtain covered closet. My emotions run deep, sadness rages through my body with a wave of regret. As I open my eyes I see this new place in San Diego, one large black covered bed and a small wooden nightstand that sits next to a similar closet like in my old room. When I was told we would be moving to San Diego, I was silenced from the decision.
Today was moving day. I was so nervous. I just getting to board my airplane and I remembered that I am leaving New York forever. I started to cry at the airport and I was really embarrassed. But, then I new that I was going to get a little sibling, so that cheered me up.
I ran to the bathroom because I knew exactly what was going to happen. First my dad would ask why my mom's "friends" were going through all our stuff and bagging it. They would say they're helping her clean. He would nod and continue like a normal Thursday; make breakfast for himself then watch a little TV. But today was not a normal Thursday. Maybe a minute or less later I watched outside the bathroom window as a moving van came down the driveway. Our family, as we knew it, was demolished.
To me it was more than just an old dresser. It held many of our family's best times and fondest memories. I realized that I would soon have to leave my family and move on, but the mementos I had collected would remind me of them each and every day. I was jolted out of my blissful trance as the loud honk of the van horn made me snap back to reality. I quickly threw on my coat and grabbed up my bag, giving one last glance at my dresser.
I opened my eyes at around 9:00 a.m.; I could not imagine that today was my graduation day. I was so excited to get ready for the day I had dreamt of for twelve years. I called my cousin Sandra to remind her to do my makeup because she is a makeup artist. I told her that I needed it to be flawless because I wanted this day to be complete in everyway. I took a shower to get ready for the hair salon because I was going to dye my hair red for the first time. I wanted a simple hairstyle; straight on top with curls at the bottom.