Friday, September 28, 2007
After living in our roomy apartment for more than a year, I guess it's time to move on. I told my mom that even if the building and our neighbors suck, I still feel kind of sad. Not because of the place but just the feeling of moving and realizing that we don't have a permanent home that we can call our own.
When I was growing up, we only moved twice. The first one was a house that my dad bought. We were there for 8 years and had to move to my granny's house which is only a block away because my mom is working here in the U.S and we needed a motherly figure at that time. That move was good in a way because from living on a 2 bedroom house, we were living on a 4 bedroom, 2-story house. We were there for about 5 years until we moved here. And so far, we've been on 2 apartments in 2 years. =(
Spell casted @ 4:02 PM