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I pulled my knees closer to my chest as I listened to my dad roar the engine to life. I'd stayed up all night both because it took me forever to take apart my room, and also because this part is sad.
This part is really sad, when you watch divorce movies, or read books with characters who's parents are divorcing this part never comes up. And why should it? Deciding what parts of my last 16 years of existence come with me and what stay. They'll probably just end up boxed up in my moms attic, not my attic anymore.. This isn't my home anymore.
I'd already kissed my mom goodbye, at least twenty times. Not even stopping to look at my stepfather, who literally looked like his day job was ruining lives and families. Which he'd happily done to mine. I stumbled down the steps knowing he'd already started turning my room into his home gym. I wasn't going to miss him.
However, I was and wasnt going to miss everything else, and as my dad pulled out of the driveway I chose, just for a second to miss it.
I turned to peer at it fading into the distance as we continued down the road. For a long time I knew this final look would be the last time I saw it. I hoped it wouldn't be, that I'd come for Christmas, or even spend the summer here. But in the back of my mind I couldn't even convince myself it was true.
I felt ache in my bones as I fought an urge to look away.
"I feel the same." My dad said turning the wheel onto a new street leaving our old house in the dust. I turned to face him as he tried to put on his best understanding smile.
"There's a piece of me going to miss this place too."
"Instead of having a piece of me miss it," I begin, moving to rest my elbow on the arm rest of my passenger side door. " I feel like I just left that piece behind."
"Is it a piece you can't see yourself without?"
I knew this was him giving me a final chance to back out of moving across the country with him. He didnt want me to back out of course, but he'd rather drop me back off than take me when I didnt want to go.
"No." I replied, turning back around once again, knowing the house was no where to be seen. "It was dead weight anyway."