Dirafnum

Safir just walked into my room and told me, with the biggest, proudest smile on his face, that he has mastered the Borat accent.

I’m moving again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again, again.

Lol, it’s about time, I was wondering how my life could possibly go a few years without undergoing a violent socio-geographic shift.

But it’s different this time, I’m just moving a couple miles down within the same school district that I live in now. Safir will still go to Clements, and Safeena is excited about transferring to “the rich people school”.

My family is downstairs packing up their stuff together and getting ready for yet another chapter in their life. I used to be the one leading the charge, figuring out what needs to go where and when we need to do it.

For the first time, I feel disconnected from it all. That’s because, for the first time, I’m calling my family “them”, not “us”. This new house is going to be theirs, not mine. I’ll be a seasonal visitor.