The First Night

Since there's only a couple of non essentials still at the other house I went ahead and decided to stay at my mom's house. It's weird being there after so long, I feel like I'm intruding on my parents life, I know that they'll always have a place for me in their home and all but I still feel wrong for being there. All of my stuff is shoved into the garage right now while my Dad is in Puerto Rico so my "room" is a twin bed and a little table with a lamp and my alarm clock. I hope to get most of my stuff set up today so that I can actually hang out in my room, especially since my parents are going out of town Thursday-Monday and I won't have anyone to help me.

It's weird being in that room cause it's not even my old room really. It's the room I lived in when we first moved to that house but after my sister moved out I took over her room and that's been my room since like the 4th grade, unfortunately that room is now my mothers craft room and the whole room is filled with stuff, you can barely walk in there. Also the room I'm in now was my Tata's room up until now. He passed away last Memorial day and in case you're wondering yes in that room but no not in that bed.

Didn't do much yesterday, bought over a bunch of crap and then my mom wanted to go shopping. My sister was suppose to help me bring over the larger of my crap that I can't fit in my Del Sol but as usual something distracted her so she didn't call to be like ok I'm ready until late at night, when I was getting ready to go to bed.