Isabella C...
Yokota Middle School
Being a Military kid got easy once you got used to it. Yeah, it wasn’t a good feeling saying goodbye to close friends but did I really have a choice?
The point is that being a Military kid has its pros and cons but the thing is I never minded the cons, even if they hurt a lot. Moving helps an opportunity to experience a new world, hold a new country to heart, but sometimes you get a bit too attached.
From my other memories of Japan, it was always home. Out of all the places I have been to, Thailand, Belgium, and Hawaii. Japan was always my favorite home. I enjoyed the weather and the school. It was a happy place for me.
But I have a faint memory of figuring out we were moving away from home.
It was a bright day at school, my mom was walking me back while I chattered my heart out about my day. But when my mom opened the door to the calm house, it seemed so empty..
“Momma? Why is the house empty?”
My mom answered, “We're moving, remember?”
“Oh yeah.”
I was excited about moving when I first heard about it, so excited that I was shaking like a leaf. But seeing the house so empty, my room so empty, made me think if I was really happy about this.
That night in my vacant room, only my thoughts ever filled it. The only company in this silence was my stuffed animal.
I whispered quietly, “I’m so happy that we're going to a snowy place but I’m gonna miss Japan.”.
My stuffed animal glared, they probably thought I was lying, I could hear the taunts from them.
I stared one last time at my plain room, the sound of rolling suitcases just kept reminding me that I had to say goodbye to my home.
But even with that faded memory, I enjoyed the memories I made before.