So, my mom sprung it on me today that I'm moving. And, needless to say, I really, really, REALLY don't want to go. We've only lived in this house for five years, but I've created so many memories in that short time. My best friend lives across the street and my high school is all of about three minutes away, walking. Moving complicates everything. I have to plan ahead to see my friend and drive to school, instead of racing out the door at 7:50. I also have to redecorate my room and restart the collage I've been putting on my walls for months.
I don't know if I'm being a bitch about it, I mean, we're only moving across town. I just don't want to move to a cold, unfamiliar, small house that means nothing to me. A lot of amazing things have happened to me in this house and in this neighborhood, and it hurts that I would be forced to leave again. I'm sick of not staying in one place.
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