I know that it's been weeks... and it's technically not Tuesday anymore. Sorry!

Title: This Move Is Difficult
Word Count: 141
Story Notes: I wrote this a few months ago, back when we were talking about moving to Oregon. I don't actually think my mom plans on leaving New York any more, but we are going to Portland next Tuesday to check things out. The thing is, I want to leave New York - but it's so damn hard thinking of all the things I'll have to leave behind. It makes me sick when I consider how much I have to give up if I really want to be free of this damn state.

I’ve got a new haircut

I can’t stop touching it

I love the way she cuts my hair

I give her free reign

It comes out amazing every time

Soon I’ll leave New York

Soon I’ll have to find someone else

To cut my hair

I know it doesn’t seem like much

But it feels like a lot

I’m tired but can’t sleep

My mind keeps racing

I’ve been told I have to choose wisely

What I will bring when we leave

What does that mean?

Do I need to shed every bit of my old life?

My books, my records, my movies

All left in New York

Nothing but me in Oregon

If we even go to Oregon

Mom has a fickleness about her

And I’m only moving because of her

I’m having second thoughts about leaving

Don’t tell anyone