As the day comes to a rest the sun starts hiding, leaving behind a periwinkle sky and clouds a mixture of pink and light purple, along with beams of sunlight shining on my wraparound porch. With a cup of hot chocolate warming my hands I push aside the screen door and step onto the porch, looking at the view. I can’t get over the chairs my father made they compliment the house and every inch of nature that surrounds me. With the city across the river beyond the trees, the way the sun hits it looks as if it’s a tiny mountain with snow on its peak. Walking towards the chairs, I gently sit and start to rock once I have a nice calm rocking rhythm; I start to reflect on life and what I have done with it. I start to wish my life could reset at the end of the day as the sun sets and starts anew the sun rising high in the sky.

As the moon starts becoming more visible and the stars soon follow I start to things about the changes that have happened over the years and how much more is going to change as the years come. I think about where my life is going to go, if I’m going to start my own family, where I’m going to live, what type of job I’ll have. Glancing at the stars makes me want to spend this moment with that special someone I had to share memories on this porch, in the house, in these rocking chairs. As the night gets colder and the hot chocolate runs out, I get up head back inside just before touching the screen door, I admire everything around me and I’m thankful I’m living at the moment.

Opening up the screen door and walking inside I think about how nice it would be seeing little kids running through the house and a husband sitting on the couch watching some sports not everyone would say that but I’m not like everyone. Heading upstairs to the bedroom I start daydreaming what would it be like to use the stairs as if I’m in a ballroom. What would it be like to have a wedding here? What about prom? I never really thought about using my house that way. That’s enough daydreaming for one night. The next morning I wake up to the sun glistening through the curtains warming and brightening my room. When I get up to start my day, the first place I go is to the kitchen and get coffee but instead of going to the living room and curling up on the couch or sitting at the table I go outside and sit in one of the rocking chairs.

Every person that comes and visits me in the morning is surprised to see me outside so early, but I tell them that I come out here to join my father (my father passed away a few years back) but I still have the connection as if he were still here and by sitting in the chairs keeps that connections strong. My dad and I were very close it was impossible to separate us, we always found a way to each other again when he made these chairs I was speechless. The chairs are the only thing I have left of my father and that’s why I come out here every morning and every evening as if I’m coming home to my dad again. Later in the day I got a phone call from one of my sisters and she wanted to know whether I would take some of dad’s things she had because her mother didn’t like seeing his things when she came over since they divorced so long ago. I tell my sister I would think about it and let her know within a week we caught up a little then ended the conversation.

Four days had passed and still no decision had been made I couldn’t figure out why I had a hard time figuring whether I should take the things or not I didn’t want to see them go to storage because I don’t have the money to keep one, and I don’t want them to be thrown out, but I also don’t want to have all this stuff in my house. Having to make a hard decision I sat in one of the chairs and talked as if I was talking to my dad he was the one I always turned to when I had to make really hard decisions.