by Simran Hughes
There’s a giant semi truck parked in front of your house. Boxes waiting to be assembled are scattered everywhere. Strange people are walking around your home, wrapping your belongings in giant sheets of paper, then proceed to cram as many items as possible in each box. You aren’t sure what to expect. All that you know is that you aren’t going to be living here anymore.
That’s what they told your family to do; to go to a totally different place and live there. Why? Because the military said so. You watch strangers pack up your home into boxes and load the boxes into a giant truck that will be supposedly be there at your new home. Your parents say that this is a “wonderful thing” and there are “new adventures that await,” but all you know is that the new “home” will never truly be home. The only home you have is the empty one you’re standing in, and nothing can change that. You can’t imagine living anywhere else. What will happen to everyone you know? Letters, calls and emails will be exchanged, of that there is no doubt. But it won’t be the same. You won’t be able to go to the same park in the hot summer, or sled on the hill down the road in winter. You hate it, absolutely hate it, and have considered challenging your parents to physically drag you from home. You’re somewhat excited; maybe it could be better than here, with more people and perhaps a bigger house. The first move comes with a myriad of thoughts and emotions. You’re scared, excited, sad, angry, and hopeful all at once. Soon all the boxes are packed, the truck drives away, and all you’re left with is an empty house and the open road to what’s ahead.
What was your first move like? Do you remember it? Did you hate it? Love it? Please do share your thoughts!