In the first few weeks of September, I did something I had never done before. I moved! Not a big deal, to those of you used to moving around from community to community, especially not a big deal to those of you who have moved from a totally different area. For me, it was the biggest deal in the world, (at the time.) I had lived in the same house for 17 years, in Plattsville, and I was happy with that the way it was.

                        When my parents informed me for the first time that we were moving, I was very angry. Once I got to start planning my new room I got a little more excited, but still upset, because I remembered as a kid, I promise my parents, I would never move out of our house. I loved my house, and I thought it would be the only place I would ever feel at home. I feel at home, only at a few places, my old house, at my best friend Chantelle’s, and at my boyfriend Jay’s. After my father explained to me that the plans for building a new house on the lot we bought, would not work and tghat we would be living in part of a barn, I was furious. The deal is, we bought an 88 acre farm and it has a massive shop and office, and barn connected to it. The office part of the building, we rennovated into our house, so on the outside it’s a little rough, but the inside, became a beautiful home.  I love my new house now, and I love changing my room around, and expressing myself now, as opposed to living in my old room from when I was a child.

                     I am so happy I’ve moved on with my life, and grew up enough, to enjoy change, for once in my life. I could be ready to move out whenever my time comes, and I love changing things around now.  I’m just wondering, if you guys have as much trouble with change, as far as changing your environment or not.