“Yea, the plane ride went good. No turbulence,” I replied to the eagerly chatty voice on the phone. It was as if this was my mom’s way of making up for lost time. It was a rare thing for her to actually call me, and beside the occasional text message, it seemed that with a state between us, her voice would soon become unfamiliar. She was an artist and like most people who were born with the creative gene, she always seemed to be in her own world. At times, I felt like more of an adult than her, but her lifestyle was nothing I ever disapproved of, although my dad couldn’t say the same.
“That’s good. Is it any different from California?” she pressed and I could tell her mind was already brewing different ideas for something creative.
“Greener. It’s more alien like. California seemed like a dessert compared to this place. I mean, the roads are lined with green trees that lead off into a forest of God knows what,” I murmured, adjusting the phone to my other ear as boxes continued to be moved in and out of the house.
“Really? Hang on a second.” It was rare for my mom not to transform peoples’ words into something with life. I looked around the empty kitchen before getting up. I only seemed to be blocking the mover’s pathway. I squeezed my way between the brown filled boxes to the patio outside and took a seat on the wooden railing that framed the front of the house. “Okay good,” she murmured more to herself than to me. “So I was thinking you and Jeremy could come and visit for Christmas.” I laughed quietly enough to myself, remembering how ordinary Christmas had always seemed ever since I’d found out Santa was just a make believe character.
“Yea, that sounds good.” We were both quiet for a minute and I wondered what was going through her mind. Did it really bother her that my Dad had moved her two kids to a whole new state?
“How’s Jeremy holding up?”I leaned my head against the white beam and pulled my feet up to rest against the wooden railing. It was colder than I would have though and having lived in California, warm jackets were a thing I didn’t possessed.
“Good. Nothing’s seemed to faze him,” I sighed, hugging my knees to my chest. If only I had his mind set, then everything wouldn’t seem so difficult.
“He just knows how to hide it well,” she said, a humor in her voice that I couldn’t quite understand. “Just like your father.” I turned to look toward the street, a grey sky hanging above and couldn’t help but wonder if the weather was to blame for my mood. “You and I,” she laughed, “we let out expressions falter more than we notice.” This, I knew was true. Even now as I sat, I could feel the back of my mind already planning the day to come. On the other line, I could hear her take in a deep breath before continuing. “Well, I miss you. I’ll give you a call tomorrow. I love you.” I repeated the words and let my phone snap shut before letting out a long sigh.
“How’d that go?” I turned to look at Jeremy exiting the front door, a beanie covering his sandy blonde hair. A smirk covered his lips as he stopped to lean on the beam across from the one I was leaning on. I hopped off and raised a brow.
“What do you think?” I muttered, finding myself annoyed with something I couldn’t put my finger on.
“You and Jeremy should visit soon,” he laughed, imitating my mom in her cheery voice she often had. I pocketed my phone and turned toward the street once again.