Well, after that awkward moment, we didn’t talk much throughout the journey to Illinois.
On the way to Illinois, we stopped for gas and some food.
Once we were up and ready once again, we hit the road.
Mum would start mumbling to herself, so I reached for my backpack and grabbed my mp3 player, jacked in my headphone, turn it on, and hit play.
Somehow music is one of the best remedies to calm me down.
Each beat of the music is like blood pulsing in my body.
Mum always complained about the music I liked. I guess she found it “head-banging”, but honestly, are 21st century music “head-banging”, excluding all that heavy metal and x-treme rock.
Whatever mum says, Avril rules! And the best part, her words are so true.
It was beginning to get dark by the time we reached Springfield, Illinois.
It would be where I(we) would have to start over again.
The new house was neither new nor old, well, it was the sort of house that mum felt fit.
It’s a double storey semi-detached house with a small balcony at the front.
There was a small area round the perimeter where we could put some benches and laze around.
The back of the house was filled with uncut grass and thick bushes that looked like a mini jungle.
The movers had arrived earlier and had already unloaded the truck that carried the interior of our soon to be home.
Well, mums at least. I’m moving out in a few years anyway.
After we got settled in(when we had taken a little tour around the house to be exact) and mum told the movers to put the furniture in place and it looked more like a home.
But, it just was a different home with another atmosphere around me. It felt light and empty. 
My room was the nearest to the bathroom and it had a reasonable size closet on the second floor.
So, I decided to get my room done-up. The movers helped place the bed, the desk and several other items.
I had put everything else up independently.
I had hang up the soft-board above my desk and started unpacking my things.
I tried to place everything as it was back home to have some of it with me.
Then I placed mattress and made the bed and used my favourite sheets.
Then I placed my CD collection on a shelf I'd asked the movers to bring up and arranged them accordingly. I also sticked my favourite posters up on the wall.
After all that, I took out my guitar and placed it beside my bed. It was my first, and dad taught me how to play.
There were many other things I hadn’t put in my room but it was satisfying to have done so much in such a short time.
I had a little of home with me and that made me a little happier too. Another part of me was just beginning to morph into a sad being.