Today I began moving out of my house. It’s been a pretty tough year for me and the family financially, so I’ve been trying to help out as much as I could. Moving to the new complex made me sad because I’ve had so many memories in the soon-to-be old house, not to mention the new place is much, much smaller. I pretty much spent the whole day moving furniture with my dad and uncle. Half way through the day I went with my mom and dad to check out the measurements of the apartment. While we were there they talked about how nice and spacey the place was, but really the place was a little beat and it was about half the size of the old house. I had a sense that they were just saying that so that I would try to look at the brighter side of things, and I did. I felt extremely bad when we lost the house because my parents knew that it would really bum me and my siblings out if we had to move. And to be honest, I was bummed out but at the same time I’m learning to appreciate the change. Seeing my parents hurt makes me hurt even more, and I’m sure my parents feel the same way about me.
My parents have done so much for me. The least I can do is make the best of the situation and appreciate their hard work.