Today I decided to packed up some things and moved to another lot. The last several weeks had been awful and I would like to distance myself from things I am too attached to. I know that growing up is all about getting myself adjusted to the change life has to offer, but sometimes the taste of life is too sour, so I choose to ran away. As much as I like to embrace the changes, I wasn’t ready to face the reality. As much as I love the house I lived in, it no longer brings the joy out of everyone.
By then, I started collecting clues, names, places, sounds and narratives that feel closest to my dearest home that no longer exist. I burned papers and stories I hang on to that no longer make sense. I took a couple of boxes of letters, pictures, and some other small things I wished to kept. This time, my home wouldn’t be touched by the vicious act of time.
As I take each and every box of memories out of this haunted house, I turn the lights off and say goodbye to every scream, laughter, and silence that once lived in this very spot. I closed and locked the door for one last time. I take a few steps back, say one last goodbye and finally get myself into the taxi.
The Loudest Backyard 