My Big Move

I HATE MOVING. Period. I hate moving all my stuff back and forth from a house to another house. I hate the idea of having to throw stuff that you have a sentimental value for. Like those drawings you used to make when you were a kid or that ratty (okay,maybe not ratty) and old stuffed toy or pillow you can't sleep without. I hate having to stay in a new place especially when you are SO used to the place you're currently staying in. But now it's happening all over again. The moving of stuffs, the throwing of things and the feeling that you're never going back to the place you used to stay in.

Living in an apartment a few blocks away from my own house has taught me a lot of things. I learned to cook; which I have never ever ever dared to even try before. I learned to commute on my own and taste independence for the first time in my life. I learned to change a light bulb; which is intensely satisfying due to the fact that I am a girl. And lastly, I got to experience being Home Alone. No parents. No restrictions. No bossing around from snooty relatives.

Since my mom got the news that she was qualified for Louisiana, my parents decided to go back to the house I grew up in. I was shocked and hurt. That soon? I didn't really want to give up my freedom. My commuting life,my cooking adventures and a room I could call my own. But I guess there's nothing else I could do but help and accept the fact that I'm never going back to that apartment. And during the course of this move, I realized that I didn't really have to go back empty-handed. I've brought with me a bag of new learnings and along with that is a better me.