Moving out Was Easy and Hard

I can’t tell you how badly I have wanted a place of my own. I guess I could explain that I grew up in a small home with eight other siblings, two parents and two grandparents. Daily life in that home was cramped to say the least. So, as soon as I got the okay from my parents at the age of 18, I decided to look for apartments in Hattiesburg so that I could try to live on my own. My parents were sad about it, but they both understood my feelings well. Even some of my siblings felt the same way.

Despite the fact that living with so many people in such a small place was hectic and got on my nerves many times, we are all a very close family. I would never want to move out of state. I promised my mom that I would stay in the same city where the rest of my family is, and I meant it, too. I don’t want to be far away from them. I would be fine living next door to them, just as long as it meant having some peace and quiet and a quiet room of my own.

Once I found a place, I found myself missing my family a lot. Funny how that works! I missed waking up in the morning and smelling the scent of breakfast. My mom cooked every morning except weekends. I missed the sound of my younger siblings laughter as they played outside daily. I missed getting to see important moments like my youngest sister’s first steps and the first time she said my mom’s name. So, I made sure to visit often, and I also asked my family to come over to my new place often, too. I love the place I live, though.

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