It all began that summer.
I was only 18, and I had just graduated from highschool. I planned to attend college in a year, but I wanted to take a break from school for a while. After all, I had been going for 14 years- I didn't think that one year off would hurt.
I shoved all of my belongings in cardboard boxes, not caring about being organized. I just wanted to get out of my parents' house. I was eager to start a life, to be on my own. I had rented an apartment in a town only thirty minutes away from my hometown. I'm sure it would've killed my mom if I'd have gone any further.
I taped the last box shut and smiled. It would only be minutes until I was on my own. I headed out to the living room where my dad sat in the recliner, sipping coffee and watching ESPN while my mom sat in her rocking chair, reading a thick novel. "Mom, Dad, I'm finished packing." I said, and they both turned to look at me. "Well son, then I suppose it's time to pack up the truck and leave." My dad responded, his deep voice echoing throughout the house. "Oh Cedric, I can't believe you're already moving out! It seems like it was just yesterday when we took you home for the first time!" My mother sobbed.
"Aw, mom!" I said, wrapping my arms around her, "It's alright. I'm not leaving for ever." I kissed her on the top of her head and nodded towards my father- our secret signal for 'We should head out now, or mom's never going to let me leave'. He returned the motion and pried his wife off of me. I said my goodbyes and my dad helped me load my truck with all of the boxes. When we had finished, I gave him a hug and hopped in. It had finally come.
I was moving out!