Tag: moving

  • College Life

  • The Porch Dance

    PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson  As I watched the shadows on the porch dance, I knew this would be the last normal day I had. Household items had been slowly disappearing for weeks and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t figure out to where. I had known we wouldn’t stay long, but I was…

  • Saving Money to Travel!!

    I wouldn’t say I’m a compulsive shopper, but I do have some weaknesses when I am at the store. Especially at Target and any arts and craft store…. I have long considered myself to be a writer and have a serious weakness for any kind of notebook and all kinds of pens. If there is…

  • Red Rose

    PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson  I knew the only thing that needed to move to the new house was the rose. The single red rose was the last memory I had of Johnson. This memory needed to stay with me forever. I wondered how I could keep the rose alive when in reality, I knew…

  • New Life

    PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda  When the flowers finally started to bloom, I let myself have a little faith. A little faith I was doing the right thing and had done the right thing when I moved hundreds of miles away from my friends and family. Until today, I had considered packing my bags and…

  • Blackberry Bushes

    The blackberry bushes made me feel like home no matter where I went.  Due to the fact I didn’t have a place I called home or a place I went back to for holidays, I had to make my own home.  My own place.  I moved around with my parents as a child and quickly…

  • Sunkissed

    I always dreamed of having sunkissed skin like actresses did in the movies.  Or living at a seaside cottage rent free for a year because an aunt I have never met wanted me to work on my art like I read about in books.  Sometimes life made it hard because the sunkissed look I dreamed of was hard to get when it was 100 degrees every…

  • The Clue

    “It was a major clue.  A major red flag things would never work out between the two of us.”  I repeated my new mantra as I moved my furniture out of Sean’s apartment.  He wasn’t supposed to be home for the next few hours so I was hoping he really would stay at work until…

  • If I Loved You Less

    “If I loved you less, maybe this would be easier.  If I loved you less, I could walk right out the door and never look back.  If I loved you less, I could be exactly who I wanted to be.”  I looked at the letter I was writing to Jared and crumpled it.   I knew…

  • Life that Slowly Burns

    All I wanted was a quiet life full of yearning.  A life full of desire.  A life that slowly burns.  In a family full of mathematicians, I was constantly referred to as the ‘dreamer’.  I preferred to read books and go on walks rather than solve complicated math problems.  I just could never get worked up about…