We are moving again…
At this time last year, I was in Rhode Island, while my family was packing their boxes. My mom and sister moved into a one floor, two bedroom apartment. My dad in one bedroom apartment, not too far away. I came home to no home. My old house was under the decoration and reconstruction of my best friend’s family, where they now reside. Funny, isn’t it? The one thing I miss from that house is my hammock. Or having a backyard in general. I would lay out there when I needed to think angrily and smoke a cigarette.<—- very important moments. Now that I’m back in NJ, I live with my mom and sister. On the couch is where I sleep. Don’t have a room. Share closet space with my sister (worst thing you can do to a girl). Forget about privacy.
Anyway, we have to move again because the rent is up and we aren’t renewing another year. This place is too small and too expensive. Although I feel like a freaking gypsy, I CAN’T wait to move. I need my own space. I shared a small room last year with my best friend, now I sleep here 5 days a week, sleep 2 days a week at my boyfriends house. NO ROOM TO BREATHE. I never realized how important having your own room is… I am lucky enough to have had my own room for the first 17 years of my life. Dude, I will kiss the floor when I get to the new place. KISS IT. Maybe lick it a little bit ;)
P.s. Why this picture for this entry? I don’t know… I guess I looked at it and it felt like home. I don’t live on an ocean. The girl in the picture just looks as though she is in a place where she wants to be.
