The Move
Ughhhhhhh" I scream as I turn to hit the snooze button on my annoying alarm. It's Saturday , which means moving day. Today, my parents and i with my 5 siblings are moving to New york all the way from Chicago (internal sigh) , Its not that I don't like New York, I have heard alot of great things about there but I don't think I'm ready to take the first step into change. I want change, I really do but I can't help but be afraid for myself at this point because I have been through so much here in Chicago that I really want to hide and runaway from but the memories still seem to tag along with me.
I get up from my bed with a deep sigh and walk to the bathroom to take a quick shower,I cant help but remember all the sorrowful activities that have occurred in here as I shower, I look at the walls I used to lean on in tears and then the sink I used to wash my blood in and even the toilet seat I used to hold on to while I puke, all the traumatising events flooding In as the warm water collides with my skin. I get out of the shower and dry myself up while heading to my closet where I kept my outfit for the trip, my outfit is a basic crop hoodie and a pair of baggy jeans with Nike shoes, I brush my hair and put on my lip gloss with some body spray before deeming my look fit to leave my room.
Once I get to the living room, I see my dad lifting some boxes into the moving van. "Hey Dad" I say when I get to where he's dropping one of the boxes, when he sees me, he smiles "Hello sweetie" he replies, I return the smiling gesture before noticing mom's absence, "Where's mum? I haven't seen her since I got down from my room" I said, just as dad is about to reply me, Mum steps out of our backyard and starts walking up to us when she sees us.
"Morning Honey" she says to me with a smile then looks over to dad and blows him a kiss which makes him smile. Sometimes I wonder how they keep up with each other and are always so happy and content even at the worst moments, They don't know about my trauma because I rather not let them stress about it and also because I'm not ready to talk about it.
"Have you put your siblings left over luggage into the van sweetie?" Mom asks me, "yes, everything is set to move" I reply.
Our flight is in 30 minutes so we close the van and the driver speeds off , hopeful to get there before we do. I go into the house to pick up my purse and phone while my parents pick up their last items too, we all meet in the living room and hold hands.
" I know the sudden move is hard for us, but I really want us to get used to the new environment when we get there, let's try to mix in with everyone and even when the rest of the family comes, let's help to give them a new impression of the environment. Now let's pray" Dad says.
We close our eyes and pray to God for protection,provision and safety and we give him our daily thanks. We finish up the grace and I walk into our ordered uber to wait for mum and dad to lock the front door. From the seat window I look at the house, a house full of trauma, infact the whole city full of trauma..... I actually think I'm glad leaving this place atleast.
Mum and Dad come into the uber and then we are on our way to the Airport.
( Few minutes later)
We arrive at the Airport, drop off our luggage and board our flight to New york, I stare at the window and admire the clouds , soon, my eyes get heavy and shut close into darkness.
A soft tap on my shoulder wakes me up, I look up to see my mum looking down at me. "Let's get down chloe, we are in New york" she says, I nod then clean my eyes before standing up and following her out. As soon as we are out, I get hit by the warm September breeze, I follow mum and dad to get our luggage then we put them in a hired taxi's trunk and get settled in it. We have been on the road for only 5 minutes and my heart has been beating rapidly as the seconds go by , I cant help but be anxious and also a bit excited for what awaits me in my new home, I draw in a sigh and look out the window to watch the passing buildings.
(Moments later)
The taxi parks in front of a duplex and we get down to look around the environment while the driver helps us to set out our luggage before driving off.
Mum looks at me and gives me a reassuring smile leading me into the house while dad brings in our luggage. I rush up to pick a room that suits me the best , but I soon get lost because there are too many rooms in the house and they all seem lovely, A room comes into my eye... its at the far end of the corridor and it's very spacious and neat , like other rooms it also has a balcony and I can't help but to go get some fresh air from the balcony. With a sharp intake of air , I come to terms that this might be my favourite spot in my room. As I'm about to leave I notice a window across my balcony, and as the curious fish that I am( preferably Nemo) I squint my eyes to see if anyone may be there and to answer my curiosity..... a guy who looks around my age opens his window staring at me with brown eyes holding not one bit of amusement in it.
"Don't you think it's a bit rude to peep into someone's room?" Brown-eyed guy says, I gulp and turn around to walk away. Once I'm in my room , I look through my window to check if he's gone and to my relief his window is closed again and he's back inside. I sit on my bed trying to understand the short encounter that I just had, coming to the conclusion that avoiding him is my best option to staying low key around here.