When I Reach The Other Side

There are only a few things getting me by. It's obviously been a rough week for all of us, as if the world has it out for everyone at the same time. Torturing us with minute pains until we can't stand it anymore...and we all want to go home.

Home for me is now at my father's house. It's pretty house on a river, just off the Chesapeake Bay, with lovely front and back yards and a pier. With wooden decks and clean carpet. You can see the city across the water, tiny yet clear. It's weird that I can officially call it home because I've never lived with my father or my sisters before. I'll have a car and work to drive to every morning and not much to do at night. I'll be forty-five minutes away from all of my gradeschool friends, but that'll be okay. I'll get as much sunshine as I can. I'll get to decorate my room with everything I bring home.

My sister's won't like my music but I'll play it anyway. Maybe I'll even get plants for the window, to keep the room alive.

It will be alright.

I have to keep saying that.

And when the summer is over, I'll pack up my things and move back to Iowa again. It's a path you follow, to and from a place, over and over again...a path you take for granted. One day it's gone and you don't have to go anywhere and you will begin to feel stuck.

I hope I always have somewhere to go.