It had just turned summer when I moved into my first apartment. My dad and I carried packed boxes up two flights of stairs, because I wanted a second floor apartment with a balcony. (My dad was thankful I had the new sofa delivered by the furniture store). Mom came later with my brother to help unpack the few dishes and items I had to fill my studio apartment. I’m not certain my brother truly understood what was going on – it was just a new place for him to explore with his eyes. When night fall came, I hugged my parents before they departed, leaving me all alone. At that moment I felt like a bird spreading its wing to leave the nest for the first time. I climbed into my bed when the realization truly hit me – I was now on my own.
under the June sun
little bird departs the nest
trying out her wings
- Written for dVerse Halibun Monday: Winds of Change.