I hear let's go here, let’s go there

Never my choice. 

I hear the beeping sound of moving trucks backing in 

I hear my family telling me what to leave behind and what must be packed 

I hear the sound of my cat’s claws scraping across the wood as she scurries away from the cage 

I hear rushed packing as if we take that much. I know how to pack my whole life away in a single box. I hear the voices of my family telling me we’ll just replace everything else. I hear the creak of the new house door. I hear the beeping of the register as we start all over again like nothing before ever happened