Chatterbox: Inkwell

This is a short story I wrote. Please can I have comments, critique, advice, anything.

Thanks! Ok here goes:

Today was the last time I woke up to snow outside my window. I sat, looking out knowing that it would be a long time until I could see the tree branches sprinkled with white, and icicles hanging delicately off the top of the porch again. Remembering all of the little nooks and crannies of the place I wouldn’t see for a long time. I walked through one last time almost crying at seeing the empty rooms that were once filled. I looked over at my sister, her face showing the same thoughts as mine.

I remember the fun times we had each year, sledding down the huge hill down the block, speeding down, shrieking the whole way, the snowman contest my family had each year. And the huge snowball fights us neighbood kids had every winter. Our new home will have no snow.

Outside, I silently watched as the boxes were moved into the van, one by one. Outside the rest of the family was loading suitcases into the car, but I stayed inside with my sister walking , through the rooms again before we had leave, running my fingers along the walls, staring at the empty spaces. These walls have held all my childhood memories. The laughter, the tears, everything was from this house.

A few weeks earlier my dad dropped the bomb. He found a new job, halfway across the country, so far from home. I was speechless. True, my grandma also lived near there and we needed to be near her, but it was so far away. I have lived here my entire life up in the snowy north, and now we heading south to the sunny state where it never snowed. I don’t know what to expect. New people, new places, new life.

I stepped outside and took a long hard look at the home where I had so many memories. I touched the snow, it felt cold and clean. I wish there was snow in the new place we were going to. It would make me feel a whole lot better about this move.

Scanning my eyes down the street at the snow covered roofs and trees, I wish this moment would never end. The little playground at the corner where I had spent much of my childhood. The big snow covered oak in out backyard. The red brick house where I had lived my entire life. My eyes glazed, my mom came up to me and my sister and said, girls it’s time to go. Time to leave. Going away. Were leaving. Right now. Thoughts swirling through my head.

I slowly walked to the car that would take us so far away to the unknown. So far from everything I have known my entire life. I stepped into the car and slammed the door, leaving behind everything I know and love, yet feeling ready for the next step. After all, it is all a journey.