Teenage Relocation Tales

Sometimes, I go all day without really talking to others, beside mum and dad. Around me the voices just blur together, like a background noise that surrounds me and doesn’t include me. I walk through the halls in school like a ghost, I feel invisible. Just like this newspaper I seen on my walk home.

After school, I recorded a voice note for myself. Just to hear what I sound like. Because I don’t know anymore, I feel like myself but I don’t at the same time. My voice still sounds like a melody, I miss singing. When I listened back I realised how quiet my new house was, there was no big neighbourhood playground where me and my friends all used to play after school, no fish and chip shop nearby, nothing that felt familiar or loud. 

I thought that moving meant finding something new, but it feels like I’m losing pieces of myself, my friends, my routines, my place. The duckling ran away too, didn’t he? He thought that somewhere else would be better. Maybe that’s what I’m waiting for, somewhere that feels good, that feels right. Here is my recording for you guys to listen!