Little Room
Aug 19th, 2007 at 10:13 pm by Jon
It was smaller than I remember. Almost tiny. I could clean the dust off my fan, peer over my funature, and even touch the ceiling. Of course, I could do all of these things years ago but this time was different. It seemed without my life and memories held within the four walls, my room was just a room.
Today I made my last trip to my parents house to get the remains of what little I’d left behind. I had set aside the entire day to go back and clean up the massive mess I’d created. However, things don’t always go as planned…
The day started off quite nicely, if a little delayed. Shelia came over and, after I broke her tire and put a new one on, we rode about Forest Park. It was rather cool outside, so despite the humidity the ride was rather enjoyable. After the horrible ride on Friday I was a little worried, but today proved that I don’t have that much catching up to do before the big ride.
Unfortunately, the day went downhill from there… As it turned out I64/40 was closed so I was delayed in getting to my parents place. I didn’t mind taking the back roads to Brentwood but my mother had been expecting me at an earlier time… Of course, if that hadn’t put her in a mood, I still refused to talk to my father about the incident which just made everything worse. Ironically, he could care less and would be perfectly fine to sweep it under the run (as he does with all issue, big and small) but my mother is the one who keeps shinning the spotlight on the wretched situation…
After the arguing and crying (my mother, not me this time) had subsided, I managed to grab what I’d planned on taking. My mother had told me she was going to throw everything out that I left, so I ended up taking some stuff I really have no use for but holds sentimental value. Of course she later told me she was going to save some things but by that time I’d already gotten everything over to my place!
As I was driving back, it hit me: I’m on my own. The little room at my parents house is no longer mine. Its just another memory to add to a growing collection.