I woke up is morning to the delicious smell of pancakes on the griddle, and the sounds of birds chirping on the beautiful trees I can see through my window and the voice of my mother waking up the entire house.
This is my home. This is my life ... and I love it. But it won't be like this forever.No, the familiarity will too soon pass and I will be placed on a path that forcesme forward, not allowing me to retrace my steps to the time that is now.
The phone rings.Ihave another call and click over. It is my best friend. Surely this friendshipwill last, because we're best friends. Going through high school together andsharing our every thought and action must mean something. But, sadly, I realizethis too shall change.
It has to change, because I am leaving.I hang up the phone and go downstairs. This house holds so many memories of happiness.
I think I will miss the simple things the most. Like hearing my mom on the phone, or smelling the delicious lunch she is cooking.
For all I know I will be back time and time again. But things will be different when I return, and that's what is so painful.I guess I will miss most the days that I am living now. But it is time I move on, that I grow up. It hurts, but I need to. Please excuse me while I kiss my parents good morning, and start packing up...
