"It just might be the KEY to the whole plot. Get it? [Got it.] Good."
Today I paid three month's worth of rent and picked up the key to my apartment. There it lay, tangible in my hand. W-H-O-A. I've moved away from home before, in the sense of "hey, I'm moving four blocks away from home and leaving nearly all my possessions with Mom and Dad." It always felt like I was having an extended, paid-for slumber party elsewhere. This is different. I'm not just moving away, I'm moving out. Apart from a cedar-chest, four boxes of books, and a telescope, EVERYTHING I own is coming with me.
Most students leave tons of personal belongings at home while they move away to college. How's this for a unique situation: while I'm in college, home is moving away from me.
In a few weeks there will be no home for me, period.Think of the song, "please come home for Christmas." The holidays pop up and I'll think "what sibling do I chose to visit?" because there'll be no home to go home to.(To all my siblings, I realize that I'm welcome to stay with any of you any time, thank you, thank you, thank you, but you know exactly what I'm saying. Provo was home to you too, but you're all married and settled with your families in your own homes--it IS different for me.) My apartment actually is "my place" now. I... don't have another one. I feel like an island.
And that's... weird. And yet... kind of exciting. :)