My Nostalgic Story

As I drive four hours straight I am extremely tired, though I am full of excitement for the next chapter to being. Putting Cleveland behind me, praying for safety and familiarity is important to me. I think like the pilgrims hoping when coming to a new land hoping for new beginnings. This isn't a new land for me it's familiarity something I know.

When I start driving the U-Haul across the Gauley Bridge the borderline of Ohio, verses West Virginia the sense of excitement of doing this by myself I imagine it will be a great feeling. I have crossed oceans, but never states. Just thinking about this feels great inside.

It feels like by doing this I am embarking on something new. I'm a little scared because I'm not sure of what to except. I've not been home in a very long time.

I think what I hope for it that sense of closeness. For those feelings to rush back after so long away.

As I keep driving further and further, I come to my aunt's house.

"Amelia? It's been so long babe." My aunt Mary looked so different.

"I know, I'm sorry I was away for to long. Mom wanted us to have a fresh start away from here. After dad died, it was just to much for her." I had to make an excuse on the spot.

"I am so proud of you babe for getting accepted into Marshall University. I will keep your bed here. You must tell me about everything. In the meantime your uncles will help take the bed and put in the shed."

I just wasn't ready to talk about it, I know I had to make an excuse again. My thoughts started thinking what can I say to get out of this.

"Well I gotta get settled into the dorm, and then start looking for a job. I want to move off campus."

"Aww, my girl is always the hard worker."

I wanted so badly for everything to come naturally but it never did. I took my leave after the uncles took my bed as if it were nothing more then picking up a doll.

I took a drive back to Huntington, and frowned. I had lost so much in Cleveland, now I can maybe move forward.