I pick up the heavy box. "That should do it." I say. The room is now filled with boxes: big and small. I had recently moved out of my brothers house. My thick, black, hair dangles in my sight until the box is sat down safely. My gaze wanders out of the window. I see the fresh, blue, blanket called the sky. I'm interrupted by a beep on my phone. A message from my college partner. "Hey! Are you done?" It reads. "Yep. Just finished." I respond. I put my phone down and look back at the sky. I did it. College is over. This is my new home. I want to leave everything behind and focus on now. No more people. Beep! I look back at my phone. "Great!" A message says. I put my phone back down. Sky. Grass. Water. Trees. I own land. Its mine. All mine.
Song: made in Japan
