Something really personal

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This week I wanted to discuss something very important to me. As you all know I have been in the middle of moving and things have been a little crazy. What you all don’t know is that I have been moving out of my childhood home. I have lived in this home for 18 years and it’s been one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do.


My home used to be this typical 80’s home, but my parents bought it in 1999. Two years later my brother was born. My parents worked on this house since they bought it; my brother has never not known the house under construction. Before my parents bought the house we lived in a two bedroom apartment on the second floor and my cousins lived on the first floor a couple doors down before their parents bought a house. It was pretty cool because I used to be able to run downstairs and play with them almost anytime I wanted. But this was the 90’s and things hadn’t taken such a huge nasty turn.


When we got the house when I was five, we not long after got my childhood dog Chili. He was an amazing dog and I can post the eulogy I wrote for him at a later time. Together he and I grew up and my brother came into the picture. I very briefly had parakeets and reached several phases of teenage years. Lots of fights happened in this house but so did a lot of birthdays, Thanksgivings, Christmases, and more fighting. I raised my dog Jack in the house and saw my childhood dog suffer before passing. It’s where we began to raise chickens and play video games. I started my youtube channel in this house. I also brought every boyfriend I’ve had with the exception of one.


There are so many memories in this house that I could write a book about it and maybe one day I will if anyone is interested. The point is, this is my home. This is the place my brother and I were raised. And now my parents will put it up for rent so strangers can pay them to sleep in our rooms and cook on our stove. I find the whole idea completely unsettlingly.


Well now I’m moving into an apartment with a friend and former coworker and hopefully things will be okay. At first I didn’t know what was going to happen or where I was going to go. Oh. I guess I forgot to mention why I had to move out. Sorry, it almost slipped my mind. So my parents are moving out of state and I’m not. At least not to the state they’re moving to. I’m staying to finish my degree and save some money before I move to L.A. I eventually made plans to move in with my Aunt and Uncle but then my new roommate’s old roommate ended up leaving and thus me moving in with her.


So that is what going on in the briefest I can say it. Look out for some more updates on that moving forward and also I will be writing a piece on my mother’s experience trying to get a new license in a southern state. She’s had a license for years but had to get a new one when she moved, because she’s hispanic they gave her an extremely hard time which I will discuss because no one treats my mother this way.


Catch you later!

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