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
Oh that first apartment - love how you described the parting. And somehow excitement mingled with fear.
ReplyDeleteyes, I remember that feeling. I also remember my daughter moving out for the first time. A sweet haibun, so full of the innocence and freshness of youth.
ReplyDeleteThis brought back vivid memories of leaving my sons on their first day of college in cities far away. A bittersweet moment and challenging change for all involved.Your haiku is a lovely ending.
ReplyDeleteScary but exciting isn't it. It just hits that you are now the master of your own destiny. Love your haibun.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautifully emotive write 💖
ReplyDeleteI love this. So evocative for anyone who has felt those feelings.
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