In the middle of the day before school started. I was lying down in my room until I heard a soft creak at the door on the other side of the room. It was my mom, she walked in trying to talk to me. But I didn’t know what she would say would affect me so heavily.  

I thought she was going to talk about something unimportant. She walked up to me and sat down next to me. She told me that we would be moving houses because our house was getting old and dusty and she has a severe dust allergy. It was something I knew was going to happen because she had a near-death experience with it late at night. I knew I couldn’t fight the decision as I knew it would be worse to stay . She told me that she would leave over the week when I was with my dad in Lawrence, something I never could’ve expected.

We had to call my mom twice because our first call went to voicemail. As my mom came through the door I went upstairs following her through the summer heat.  I entered the apartment and it was a small apartment only a little bigger than a classroom. There were 5 rooms in total, the living room, kitchen, our rooms, and the bathroom. My room was the one on the right, it was smaller than my old room but it still had enough room for me to do things so I didn’t care too much. It was bare only having my old black drawer used to carry my clothes and my bed lying flat on the ground. It was burning hot in the room,  there wasn’t any A/C in my room, only a useless heater. The apartment was mostly empty as we hadn’t moved everything yet, but it was what I had.

The first week of living in the apartment was weird, It was hard adapting to the place once I got there. It felt empty, there was barely anything in the apartment except the dark brown floors and white walls. It was burning hot, it felt like I was in a boiling pot. I was bored most of the time as there was nothing to do. I checked the fridge, wanting to find something to eat but it was mostly full of my mom’s food. During the 2 days I was there, there was almost nothing to do there as we hadn’t finished moving everything.

Around 2 months later in the present, this has been a huge change for me. I experienced what it was like to move houses and how different living in another area can be even if you’re in the same city. Even if you don’t want to move houses, it can be good even if you don’t think so. I finished moving and the apartment is full of old stuff and new stuff. If you’re having trouble moving houses, you can go to <7 Ways to Reduce The Stress of Moving Homes>