Three days later, it's the first day of the move. We open the door, and it looks like a family used to live there, but moved out years and years ago. It's weird. There's a perfectly thin film of dust coating everything, and cobwebs in corners and stretching out from flat surfaces to the few random objects left reamining (a lamp, a lone chair in the corner of the living room, two or three pieces of mail delivered through the slot after they left, a tea kettle on the stove, etc...). I go to my room, and even though almost everything is moved out, there's still some things on the wall (high school penant, two or three pictures tacked to the wall, a nightstand with a few random pieces of makeup that hasn't been used in years, etc...), just enough to let me know it used to be a girl's room. Dave's the same way, but it used to be a boy's room, Kenn's used to be a den or something. I look in my closet, and there's a door. I open that door, and there's and even smaller closet with two stacks of books; textbooks and yearbooks, all covered in the bland grey of dust. I pick up the top textbook, and it's French. And guess who's name was scribbled in as the last user of the book? Lisa Herpe! The next book is English, and it used to be Adina's. Then there was Math-Donna, History-Yael, and so forth. Dave came running to me with text books too. The math was mine, science was Idan, english was Uri, etc.... Just those of us that grew up here together, Dave and Kenn weren't metnioned anywhere. Weird. The yearbooks were school yearbooks from when we were kids, but the pictures inside them were photos of us when we were young, while we were in highschool, and family functions we went to like bar mitzvahs and stuff like that. But these weren't pictures we actually posed for, these were just candid shots of us during the times while we grew up together. Us bowling, going out to coffee, when we went to Reno as kids, trips to Mexico, Israel, etc. Just everything each of us ever did all summed up in a concise, photo journal. As soon as I closed the last book of pictures, I woke up. Immediately I acknowledged that it was a super weird dream, but then I realized, I got the best sleep I ever had in a very, very long time. then I woke up. |
