I had a good childhood despite always moving to different homes and schools. I don't recall the initial conversations that my parents would have with us about moving. The only thing I can remember is that we would start packing all our belonging into boxes. My sisters and I would always share a room in the apartments we lived in. So packing was pretty easy between the three of us.We would take our Bratz posters off our walls gathering all our toys, vcr tapes and cramming as much into a box. We would even get wash clothes and clean the walls and try to leave the room as clean as we could. All the way up to the second grade I didn't mind moving. But once I was told we were moving to our first house I didn't know what to feel sadness or joy. …show more content…
I finally had my own room, we had a backyard, and it was overall more spacious.I was ecstatic when I found out we didn't have to use uniform in the new school I was going to attend. Throughout the years I made new friends and settled into my new life. Fast forward to freshman year of high school everything was good but my parent decided to file for a divorce a process that took too long to get finalized. I knew when parents get divorced you either stay with one or the other. That wasn’t a difficult decision for me I knew I would stay with my mom since I have a better relationship with her.
We all stay in the same household to this day but my mom stays in my room. My parents have figured out to have a somewhat cordial relationship where my dad can help my mom. They are currently still trying to look for house for us to move in. The search for a house has been very difficult for my mom. The real estate agent would always come up saying there is a problem and basically saying she needs to get certain paperworks. He would just continue to come up with some problem and eventually my mom dropped him. My mom now has a different agent and the process hasn't changed and they’re still looking for