Waiting for big girlhood

There's a long stretch between little girlhood and big girlhood. The child lives in the same house, but she's sent all her possessions on ahead to the new place down the road (hopes, aspirations and all her dreams are there) thinking to follow them tomorrow, next week. Too soon she sends them on ahead, and forlorn, ill at ease, finds herself waiting out her lease in empty rooms, not even a doll to play with, for the toys of childhood, these too, too soon, are given away.

     --From Up Home