Memories

I remember what it felt like to move to Indiana. My family and I were coming from South Carolina because my uncle had died and we went to his funeral. The car ride took forever because my mom was driving and I was ready to get out the car and stretch my legs from the cramped space I had in the backseat of the truck. I started thinking about my friends back home and how much I would miss them, but surprisingly I didn’t cry. I didn’t cry. That kind of shocked me because I hadn’t shed one tear. Not when I first heard the news of our moving, or when I said goodbye to my bestfriend. I just felt…the same. I missed everyone and everything about Memphis, for the most part, and had no desire to move to freezing cold Indiana, but I just didn’t feel anything. I never really understood why I felt that way, my behavior was almost too comfortable and too natural; to leave people and places that I grew up with and not have any remote sign of emotion showing. I always thought that was kind of scary.