i once lived in a city
a small city
but densely packed
i remember my old house
yellow
three stories
i moved more than a year ago
not long ago
but i barely remember my old life
i do remember it was 5th grade
a horrible year
my dog passed
i got COVID right before christmas
i broke my arm right before i was free from the wretched year
summer wasn't summer
stuck downstairs
barely got outside
not that outside was much anyway
no backyard
just a dull, pavement driveway
the first time i visited my new house
was the day after school ended
my arm still in a sling
a few hours drive
there and back took all day
though the house wasn't ours yet
we were visiting it
to see what it had to offer
moving day
me and my mom
my two cats
a car full of things
camping inside the house on inflatable beds
half our belongings in a moving truck
but the air was fresh
not squished between houses
unlike anything i'd ever known
this is my home
vermont
Comments
This is a completely true story. When I was in 5th grade my dog died. I got the news that she was being put down around the exact same time I found out my friend was moving. I still keep in touch with my friend. But I got Covid just as their family moved, and during one of my favorite holidays. Thank you for reading this,
abigail_and_bean
Wow. I've lived in VT my whole life, but visiting cities with my family, I think I'd like to live there, but not forever. I love VT because nature surrounds me and envelops me, but I can't choke on it, and I think that's why you like it too. This is such a great poem and story!
Thanks!
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