Waving Goodbye

An aching depression chiselled away at my heart and my lungs demanded a fresh supply of oxygen.
We were leaving.
Waving goodbye to my memories, my life, my HOME.
An army of tears threatened to charge down my cheeks, but I was perpared for the battle. Though I didn't have a choice in the matter, I still felt like a traitor, abandoning everything in this manner.
Leaving.

The news had appeared behind a shadowy rock. Similiar to when you're suspicious if the fence is electric, but you touch it anyway. I HAD been thrilled, pleased for my mum and nervous but keen to begin a fresh chapter.
Up until now.
We were making the biggest mistake of our lives and I had agreed.
AGREED.

The buzz of chatter fell silent as our burdened ipsum crawled the last few metres to the peak of the driveway. I noticed my eyes were not the only pair struggling with tears. The sweet aroma of bamboo drifted up my nostrils, sickening my stomach. I glanced behind me but the cramped vehicle made it impossible to visualise anything. My eyes searched earnestly for a final glimpse and eventually settled on the house. All life in the car paused to gaze at the familiar building for one last time. The mournful atmosphere transmitted everyones' thoughts into a combined muddle -
"So long, old friend."
Mum pressed lightly onto the accelerator.
My home, OUR home... vanished.