broken home||c.h.

December 2016

New Years Eve

Molly's P.O.V

Alright, it is New Year's Eve.

The last day to end off this eventful year.

So. for Christmas, everyone went back to their own places. I stayed at Cal's place and picked up all my packages.

So it really was Merry Christmas to me.

After that day, I actually ended up going to the store and got a couple of suitcases. I thought that if I don't have a place here, I might as well just bring all my stuff with me to LA.

An interesting thing happened though when I went there.

*Flashback to a few days ago*

So I took my rental car and drove to Target. I thought that if I wasn't ever going to be coming back to Sydney, might as well bring everything with me.

Before all of you ask, yes I do have a license. I've had one since I've been in college. I had to get it renewed and switched and all that adult stuff before we left to come here.

I never knew I would make myself so busy in the few days we were in LA.

It was like I never caught a break till we were back in Aussie.

So I headed into Target alone because it's been a minute since I've been on my own.

I think especially with what has happened this whole year, I've emerged into this new me. I know for a good while I wasn't able to be alone, but after that, it's like I've grown into someone better. 

I mean, a year ago, I was in this broken state and my mind wasn't in the right place.

1 year later, and I've become this badass who hasn't given a fuck about a ton of shit lately.

I can now only put my mind towards things I care about, which in this case is the guys and the group dynamic we have, Cal, and my new rising career.

Damn, why does rambling pass time?

I walk out of Target with 2 very large suitcases.

I have a very big feeling I may need more after this trip.

How do people move from one country to another? Wait, they probably have much more planning and preparation.

I drove over to the place I'm secretly dreading. No, it's not Lyss's stone.

I actually went to her stone before my target trip. Some tears did slip again, but it felt really good to go back.

I was playing 'Really Don't Care' by Demi Lovato ft. Cher Lloyd. On the outside, I was like let's go and get this over with. On the inside, I was fucking terrified.

So, I finally get there.

Everything feels like it's going slow, or I'm just moving slow and I don't realize it.

I slowly turn the keys into the hole, and I get in.

Coming back in here is giving me major chills.

I went upstairs to my room.

I walk into a lavender room with a bunch of posters and a combination of what could be an office room in my bedroom.

I really do miss this place. So, I decided to take pictures of the room since it may possibly be my last time here.

I start to pack up the clothes in the suitcases I got.