Monday, September 19, 2016

Moving Day

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



6 comments:

  1. Oh that first apartment - love how you described the parting. And somehow excitement mingled with fear.

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  2. yes, 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.

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  3. This 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.

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  4. Scary but exciting isn't it. It just hits that you are now the master of your own destiny. Love your haibun.

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  5. Such a beautifully emotive write 💖

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  6. I love this. So evocative for anyone who has felt those feelings.

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