So I've started actually packing today. I discovered that the only days I would have to pack to leave the house are the days leading up to my Coldplay concert on the 31st, so until then, I'll be packing up my room to leave this place. It's really weird. I've only had to pack up and move a handful of times before this.
The first was when I had to move to my dad's apartment in Rexburg. I didn't take very many of my things because I wasn't given any time at all. Instead, we shopped at D.I. for the clothes I needed. I was only in 3rd grade, so it wasn't too much of a big deal to get up and leave like that. However, this was my first time moving out, so I was very homesick and missed my first home.
The second time was when me and my brother went up to live with my mom for the Summer in Utah. We didn't know it would just be for a Summer, but my mom bought a house and we stayed up there with her over the Summer. I remember bringing two or three boxes with me to Utah. In that house, me and my brother never really had actual mattresses. We slept on inflatable mattresses that we had to blow up every night because my mom didn't want them out during the day.When we lived there, my sister was still really sick and that's part of the reason why we had to move back to Idaho. She was having some serious mental issues.
The third time we moved was when me and my brother went back to my dad's, I brought only a handful of things with me and left some of my stuff with my mother because I figured I would continue to live there off and on. At this time, my dad had started to date other women and found somebody he liked. He then married her, and we had to move out into an actual house.
The fourth time we moved was to this big pink house, it was one of my favorite places to live just because downstairs there was a little door that me and my little kid friends would go into to play. I kept all my stuffed animals and books down there. It was truly my happy place, and where I would go to get away. My barbies were the only toys I kept upstairs in my room. I had a big doll house in there along with all my hand-me-down barbie dolls. That was definitely one of my favorite toys back then.
The fifth time we moved was out of my mother's house in Utah and into an even bigger home, still in Utah. This house is the biggest home I have ever lived in, and yet I enjoyed it the least. I was starting to get sick in this house. My mom would never pay attention to me because she was off dating guys on motorcycles and such, so me and my siblings would stay home. I got an ear infection, and even though I'd cry about it almost non-stop because of the pain I was in, I kept getting ignored. I was miserable. I just wanted to go to the doctor. Desperately. Finally my mom noticed how much pain I was in and took me to the doctor to clean out my ear infection. Things started to look up from there. I started to enjoy the house a lot more. The coolest thing about that house was the basement because I got my own room, there was an X-Men arcade game, and a GIANT flat-screen TV. It was so big that it took up the entire wall. Me and my brother would stay up late and watch it until we fell asleep on the couch.
The sixth time we moved out was when my dad got a divorce with his 2nd wife, and we moved into a new complex. I briefly lived here, considering I usually would house-jump during school time so I could go to Rigby. I would jump from my grandma's house to my cousin's, and back to my neighbor's house. I was very welcome at each home, but it never felt the same as my little home in Grant. I remember feeling very very homesick in this apartment.
Finally, I was able to move back to my real home in Grant. I missed this house so much, and I haven't left it for years. To move out is very bittersweet. I'll be leaving behind a great home. One that I've spent most of my life loving and missing. To move out will be a new adventure, and will mark my ninth time moving, but this time I won't be moving in with family. I'll move in with strangers. I'll still have all of my family nearby, but this is a big step for me. Especially considering how much I love to live here in Grant with my mom. I'll be coming back to this house eventually, so it's not like I'm leaving it forever. I won't even be gone for a year. Just a couple semesters, and I'll be back home, but never permanently.
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