My parents discussed moving to Colorado every time we left, and it had always worn off by the second week home. I knew it would this time too, even though they were getting increasingly excited about the schools near Denver and discussing what renovations they could make for the house we just bought to be worth more. Slowly but surely, the prediction that the love for Colorado would pass was proved wrong. Suddenly, our floors were done, the house was getting fixed more every weekend, and my parents were asking around for potential buyers. One day, I got a slap in the face when I realized they really weren’t joking. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment I found out we were definitely moving, but I do remember a specific car ride with my mom. She was going on about the weather and view and greatness of the state of Colorado, and it clicked that everything was real. It was like a crushing blow to me, with the air going out of my lungs, my brain unable to process any of it. I wasn’t going to be able to change anything. I would leave my friends. My boyfriend. My dad and stepmom. To some, this may not even seem like a big deal-those with more time in the world usually put small things like friends and people into the divisions that their brains label non issues, because we meet new people all the time. To me, though, this was the biggest deal in the world.
My parents discussed moving to Colorado every time we left, and it had always worn off by the second week home. I knew it would this time too, even though they were getting increasingly excited about the schools near Denver and discussing what renovations they could make for the house we just bought to be worth more. Slowly but surely, the prediction that the love for Colorado would pass was proved wrong. Suddenly, our floors were done, the house was getting fixed more every weekend, and my parents were asking around for potential buyers. One day, I got a slap in the face when I realized they really weren’t joking. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment I found out we were definitely moving, but I do remember a specific car ride with my mom. She was going on about the weather and view and greatness of the state of Colorado, and it clicked that everything was real. It was like a crushing blow to me, with the air going out of my lungs, my brain unable to process any of it. I wasn’t going to be able to change anything. I would leave my friends. My boyfriend. My dad and stepmom. To some, this may not even seem like a big deal-those with more time in the world usually put small things like friends and people into the divisions that their brains label non issues, because we meet new people all the time. To me, though, this was the biggest deal in the world.