Yasmin's+Memoir

 “Are we there yet?” I asked anxiously as I sat waiting in the car. I was traveling to a new world and I was over joyed. It was journey from the place I knew to the unknown. It was a life changing moment, I was moving. And not just next door, oh no I was moving to a different city. Edison. I have been here many times but never knew it or lived here. Elizabeth is were I have for lived years and now I was leaving it all behind. I didn’t mind really, I wanted to live somewhere new with an adventure waiting for me. Every time we stopped, I knew I was just that much closer to my new life. I wanted to embrace it, and I did. The ride was only half an hour but it felt like years. We pulled up into Oxford Arms, my new home. It was a complex, the first I ever lived in. There were gates separating the many complex that shared the same side of the road. I saw no side walks, I took note of this safety hazard. Even without side walks people still walked everywhere all the time. Whether it be morning, afternoon, or nighttime there were always people walking around the complex. There was grass everywhere you turned, it’s not something you really saw in Elizabeth. There was grass in Elizabeth but it seemed to me that there was much more grass here then in Elizabeth. It was like entering a parallel universe, from Elizabeth to Edison,from the real world to the fake one. My mom pulled up in to our assigned parking spot, 264 is the number of our spot. All around us there were spots with and without numbers. The ones with numbers you couldn’t park in unless it was yours. The ones without numbers were free for anyone to park in. The car stopped, moaned, and shut down. I got out the car holding my bags. I followed my mom, with her brown hair sticking to her face and covering her brown eyes, up to out front door and watched her fiddle with the door, as she often does. I stepped in and ran up the stairs to find boxes piled high and a sofa in the center of the living room. I continued walking down the narrow hallway to my new bedroom, which was also full of boxes. I set my stuff down on the floor and ran outside to help bring more things up. This routine continued till the car was empty. The sound of a drill started and a hammer started up, my mom was rebuilding furniture, she likes to build furniture. My sister, who looked at the piles of boxes with brown bug eyes, and I started to unpack whatever my mom told us to. By the end of the night a quarter of the boxes were gone and half the furniture was rebuilt. I went to bed on a mattress, my bed wasn’t built yet. I laid there and thought to myself, this is my new life. I had a feeling but didn’t really know that this was going to be a great life.  