I have spent months preparing.
In fact, I still have two more months of preparation.
I will soon be on my own.
Of course, without breaking any ties with blood,
I will be leaving the nest, my home of 20 years,
For my sister's new abode.
It'll be about a year from when she left that I'll be doing the same.

I have already bought a bed and begun packing my things.
I already took one of my bookshelves over to her home, I'll need to bring the other soon.
I still have so much to do and pack, but I have to wait. 
The hardest part of the move will be my clothing and my mattress.
All of the smaller things in my room will easily fit into boxes.
The dresser drawers from my childhood have been being stored in her garage since she first moved, and I will be using those once more.
They are very ornamental, with pretty designs in the wood.
Some delicate decorations for the room have already been moved over there,
in an effort to protect them from damage in transporting with all the other boxes.
My favorite find was a old, silver and glass carafe, in desperate need of polishing.
Hopefully this transition will be smooth, and only take a day or two to put everything together.  

There are parts of this move that will not be so easy.

I will miss waking up with my mom on the couch, fox news babbling on,  coffee already brewed.

I will miss having someone to show funny pictures to whenever I want.  

I will miss waking up to go on a bike ride along the bike path, searching for herons in the weeds.

I will miss the innocence of childhood, and the carefree attitude that comes with it.

I will miss my childhood home.  I will miss my purple walls.  I will miss all the memories I have made here.