New Home

New room. New backyard. New neighborhood. New school.
Big room. Big Backyard. Big neighborhood. Big school.
Looking around, I feel like a fish out of water.
I don't belong here.
Just then,
My cell phone danced with the vibrations of my incoming call.
I looked down with the eyes of a sad dog,
As I saw who it is.
It was my old best friend.
The phone was taunting me, looking at me with evil eyes.
Wanting me to accept it.
Wanting me to remember the sadness and heartbreak
Of the thought that I will no longer live in my old house, with old friends.
I declined the call,
And was as sad as the sunless sea.
And as I looked around the house,
Tears escaped my eyes.
I did not want to live in this
too big, too new house.
I was a blubbering whale.
Crying for what I had lost.
Just then, the smell of jasmine rice
wafted up into my nose
It smelled like my old home.
Then,, a realization struck me like a lightning bolt.;
Why was I crying?
There was hope, for a new start.
Hope that there was still a new home and best friend.
Bit by bit I gathered the courage
to stop crying.
When I did
I stood up heavily
with weights on my heart and shoulders
as I
Stepped out of the past, and into the future.