Waving goodbye to my loved ones,
Whether my friends or my father,
Pulls tight at my heartstrings,
But every place I go is a new start.
Boxes piled high as the ceiling
Memories are packed away,
As we prepare for a new adventure,
On air mattresses that hurt my back.
The empty house reflects my feelings inside.
Bonds were not broken, but became weak,
As I leave the past behind me,
To look towards the future.