The day my
parents told me that we were going to move to Virginia was a day I’ll never
forget. I was excited for the adventure of moving to a different state. But I
was also a little sad because we were moving away from a house we literally
built from the ground up. It wasn’t as emotional as it should have been. I
think it was because of all the family up in Virginia waiting for our arrival.
I have about fifteen aunts and uncles, and around sixty cousins. And about
two-thirds of them live in Virginia. But it was still hard to leave.
The week of
us moving went by too fast. I think it was because we had our church helping us
move our stacks of boxes as high as the sky into our enormous moving truck that
seemed deeper than an ocean. My dad and the pastor crack a few jokes but that’s
all we really say besides announcing that we have donuts and saying goodbye.
After we get the truck loaded we thank the church for their help and the pastor
gives my parents a goodbye card. We get into the car and sit there for what
seemed like decades for a realtor to come and check to see the house is clean
and take the keys. When she finally arrives, thirty minutes late, we hit the
road.
The first
hour of the drive is as quiet as a cemetery except for the first few minutes
because we are all crying. I finally broke the ice by saying, “It’s just a
house, and we’ll have memories in other houses”. That made things a little
better. I can only remember small parts of the trip, like when we stop for food
or to use the bathroom. But I remember sitting in the moving truck thinking how
this trip was actually pretty fun. Towards the end of the trip I started to
enjoy myself. And I recorded the last fifteen minutes of the trip because I
realized this was a good memory to have. When we finally arrived I was eager to
see the whole family, but no one was waiting for us at my grandparents’ house
and it took about a week or two for us to just see a few people. I guess they
were just giving us space to settle in, but I wish they didn’t.
Moving into
our new house went by faster than it did moving out of our old one, which
surprised me. But I guess if you have all your cousins helping you out it goes
by fast. After we finished unpacking everyone leaves. I wish they stayed longer,
we haven’t seen each other in years, but they left anyway. Again, I guess
they’re just giving us space. Every day I ask if we can go over to someone’s
house or they come here, but my mom says, “No, we just moved”. So we stay in our house for a few weeks. And
after a month’s past, around Christmas, it snows. It snows a lot. Around five
feet of snow covers our front yard. For the first time in my life I got to see
that much snow, play in that much snow. It was great for me and my family. It
made us realize that it was good that we moved to Virginia. That leaving our
old house wasn’t pointless. Pretty soon we were finally settled in and we
started having parties, and get together with the whole family. And now I go to
the same school with three of my closest cousins. Moving to Virginia was one of
the best experiences in my life.
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