On July 14, 2012 my parents moved me 453 miles away. I have always moved from place to place. My home in FL is the longest I’ve stayed anywhere so I feel the most attached to that particular city.
I lived in a house with a pool in Clermont, FL. It is an amazing little suburb not far from Disney, Universal, and Wet N’ Wild. My parents decided to sell the house with a pool and move to a big house in Summerville, SC. I hated it there. I was 5th going into 6th grade then. All of the kids were mean to my brother and I. I got into a fight for him when I lived there.
The house in FL just refused to sell so we moved back into the same house. My parents had gone broke trying to pay mortgages on two houses. We had moved three times in nine months. I was happy to be back though.
This was the time when the housing market crashed. I remember the lady coming to our house. We had been in FL for four years around this time. the longest I had stayed anywhere was only three years until we had the house with a pool.
We had to leave and clear out the house perfectly or my parents wouldn’t have gotten the check promised to them of some pitiful amount of money. If it hadn’t been for my Aunt who I never see we wouldn’t have been able to stay in FL. She gifted us with 2,000$.
With this money we moved into a house I must blog about later. The absurdities are too numerous and insane to not give it it’s own entry. After we lost that house we moved in with my father’s parents on July 14, 2012.
To this date I have been through a total of eight houses, and ten schools.
So why is this move the one that’s killing me? I can’t get back to having a life. I have been asleep for eleven months and I can’t seem to wake up. I go through life but I don’t enjoy it. I feel like I have forgotten how to. I go to work, school, home, sleep, and repeat.