..End of the Road...
          Today after walking out of Borders, my parents informed me that we were moving to another city. The first thought that came from my mind was "TRANSFER OUT OF LOWELL!" But then I thought again, "Yeah right, this is another one of my mom's false information." Then she convinced me that she might actually be telling the truth. She's so excited about moving that she has already started remodeling the house. But she's forgetting about something...how I feel. She doesn't realize that I have been living in this house for the past 17 years of my life, so obviously, I'm attached. No matter how ugly this house is, I still love it. And I know I will have to let go of it soon, but I was ready to wait until after senior year when I'm off to college. And that lead to another point, she wants to move on my last year of senior year. The house is only about 15 minutes away but man, that's about a half hour earlier to wake up for school! And it's enough that I start school at 7:30am. And my parents don't want me or my brother to drive the car to school, so you know what their suggestion is? They drive me there and pick me up everyday! Come on now, you want to see me roll with my parents everyday during my senior year and go STRAIGHT home. Sorry, na-uh...I don't think so. But I was thinking, if I'm gonna move out there, I might as well go to the school closest to there. My current school overdoses me with too much stress and work. I might as well transfer, get some damn good grades, and impress the hell out of my family. Sounds like a very good idea to me! My point? I'm not sure. Oh, and some history about this "new" house we're possibly living at. Before I was born, my parents and her six kids lived there. Even after we moved in SF, we still kept the house. My parents might be lying again and we might just stay here for the rest of my life. Afterall, my future plans were to come back here to THIS house in about ten years from now when I maintain a good job, get me a fiance, and my parents retire in the Philippines. Then I'll totally remodel this house and live a long happy life! But no, my parents are crushing my dreams.