I was seven when my parents got divorced. One night, when my brother, mother and I came home from a dinner out on the town, my dad packed up his stuff and moved. I remember walking to the living room, sitting down on the raggedy rug, and looking at the space where the couch used to be. The room felt hollow. Distant.
Today, I got that feeling again as I stripped up my room. Carpet, gone. Posters, gone. Dresser, desk, bed, gone. However, a new feeling crept in. My seven year old self didn’t know what to do since my dad was no longer living in the house. But my 19 year old self is happy. My 19 year old self knows that good things come out of change. Today, my parents are happy. My dad is marrying a beautiful woman, Dianne. My mom is giving lectures to photographers all over the world. Now, as I strip apart my room, I am excited for this new change.