I am from towns and states,

via brimming bags and crammed crates.

I am from surprise military homecomings.

I am from deafening Saturday air shows

to Sunday fighter pilot simulations.

I am from temporary living facility

                      to temporary living facility

                                 to temporary living facility.

I am from dreaded firsts and dreaded lasts.

I am from meeting new facesー

to later leaving beloved friends.

I am from driving into foreign lands

to later abandoning my home.

I am from constant commotion, chaos, and clatter.

I am from keeping up with three older brothers

to maintaining the “innocent as a lamb” look.

I am from anticipating Friday Pizza Candy Soda Movie Nights like a dog awaiting a treat

to the monthly “I can’t eat that I’m on ‘diet’” stand up routine.

I am from one home of six to two hushed houses of two.

I am from twisted golden locks beaming at the sun,

to ears as pointed as elves hiding from everyone.

I am from hours of gazing glamorously up at princesses gamble on the screen

to carefully conceiving wicked war scene setups with Nic.

I am from towns and states,

via brimming bags and crammed crates.