Writer's Block: Home is...
Wow, this is most definitely a hard question for me.
Growing up was very difficult, always moving, always changing school, and making new friends. My mom always called everything "temporary" and that things would get better someday. I went to 3 different school in the 5th grade. I've lived in a womens shelter with my brothers and I, stayed nights at a park, and lived on my friends porch. Things were rough growing up, very rough. I had hope though, enough to get me to were I am today; a highschool graduate and a soon to be IUN freshman in college. I have came a long way from what I've went though. I now live with my controlling dad while my mom is going though Rehab. My whole family feels like a big lie. We are full of secrets; like the whole Kennedy scandal.
The places I have lived and grown more mature is what I call home. Even a night at the park I would call home, because at one time it was all I had and I gained so much strengh that night by staying up and watching over my family as we slept in my moms parked cadillac.
Home is where you make it
Growing up was very difficult, always moving, always changing school, and making new friends. My mom always called everything "temporary" and that things would get better someday. I went to 3 different school in the 5th grade. I've lived in a womens shelter with my brothers and I, stayed nights at a park, and lived on my friends porch. Things were rough growing up, very rough. I had hope though, enough to get me to were I am today; a highschool graduate and a soon to be IUN freshman in college. I have came a long way from what I've went though. I now live with my controlling dad while my mom is going though Rehab. My whole family feels like a big lie. We are full of secrets; like the whole Kennedy scandal.
The places I have lived and grown more mature is what I call home. Even a night at the park I would call home, because at one time it was all I had and I gained so much strengh that night by staying up and watching over my family as we slept in my moms parked cadillac.
Home is where you make it