All my things were packed up into bags and boxes.
I thought I would feel weird. This place had been home for me for nearly 10 years. Well I used the term home loosely. This place had been far from a home.
A home was supposed to radiate warmth. You were supposed to feel safe at home. I was always on edge here. Trapped. I never felt free. Never in control of my own actions.
Today those feeling were coming to an end. I was getting out of here.
It hasn’t all been bad. Hidden down deep there were a few good memories. Nothing that I could recall at this present time, but they existed.
I sighed. I wasn’t sure if it was released frustration or sadness.
I picked up my first box and made my way to the waiting car.
It was over. I was getting my fresh start. I was finally getting my shot at happiness.
After the final box was moved. I closed the door and got into the car. As I did up my seatbelt I refused to look back. I had already said my goodbyes long ago.