I have 24 days until I move and 29 days until we have to vacate the apartment. It makes me sad. This place wasn’t the fanciest of places. We have construction going on behind our building and the road in front of the complex is tore up do to warehouses being built. This area can get get expensive. The people out here are rich idiots.
But to me, this was my home.
I have always felt safe. I was always glad to return every day.
I feel like a slight failure for moving back in with dad. I feel sad that I’m now further away from work and have to commute once again. I’m most sad that I won’t be coming home to him everyday.
Though I’ll see him at work, and hopefully on days off, it’s not the same. To talk about your day with someone. Eat dinner with them. Watch tv or play video games with them. Knowing they are sleeping beside you. Joking with you. Making each other laugh and smile and help lighten their day. Helping each other.
I’ll miss that. That has been my everyday. And I have so very much to be grateful and thankful for. I’m not complaining, just scared and sad. I want everything to work out. I want me going back home to be an intermission.
And I hope this month doesn’t go by as fast as I fear it will.