Goodbyes~

Me in August                               Me a few weeks ago




Guys, I'm moving. For real this time! We sold the house and bought a new one not too far away. My mom doesn't want anyone to be sad about the move and I would really rather not get emotional about it either. Plus, the more I think about it, my childhood neighborhood has changed an awful lot since we first moved here. I'll still have all the good memories when I leave. There are a few things I'll really miss though, so I'm writing my goodbyes here...

Goodbye lemon tree.
Goodbye milk door.
Goodbye crack on the bedroom ceiling that perfectly divided the room in half.
Goodbye hole in the bedroom floor from when Ethne jumped on the bed and the post went through the cheap wood.
Goodbye hallway cabinet doors that never shut.
Goodbye living room heater.
Goodbye noisy air conditioner.
Goodbye nickel that I glued to the closed door.
Goodbye grey marks on the walls scratched on by the edge of the computer screen.
Goodbye backyard.
Goodbye to bike riding around the culdesac and to the corner store.
Goodbye Marco. I don't know when I'll see you again. You'll always have a place in my heart.
Goodbye Maury's perfectly shaped rock.
Goodbye to walking to ventura or by the LA river or to my ex boyfriend's house or to the farmer's market to buy strawberries or pet the bunnies.
Goodbye best friend's old house.
Goodbye park.
Goodbye doorknob that always stuck.
Goodbye neighbor's tree full of CD's to keep the birds away.
Goodbye neighbor's scary dog that always barked from behind his fence when you walked by.
Goodbye telephone box my dad told me a troll lived in.
Goodbye house with dingy curtains where the supposed Italian restaurant murderer lived.
Goodbye orange ice cream truck that sang "Happy Birthday" in a strange tune when it drove by.
Goodbye neighbors arguing on their terrace in Russian.
Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye!


I think the most recent parts of my life have separated so neatly, that in a very very short about of time the girl I was from august to january has become an alien to me. In one clean motion, my whole life was chopped up and thrown back together in a different order. I dress differently and listen to different music, hang out with different people and spend more time on reading and homework. I know how to drive now. And now I live somewhere different too.