I hate moving

One thing that I hate is moving. I think because when I was a child my parents used to move so much, that when I used to get use to the new house it was time to move again. Moving makes me kind of depressing, I hate how the house is all messy when you first get in, I hate that I don’t have my bed set up yet for the first night in the new house. I am writing about it now, because I called my parents in Brazil and they just told me they moved again. I am glad I wasn’t there. I think I have already moved allot in my life. My next move will be from Springfield back to San Diego, but I am already aware that when I get in San Diego I will have to move again. The friends I will be staying with, just told me tonight that they will probably have to move in July to new apartment. I remember one particularly move when I was about 15 year old. We used to live in this nice neighborhood that my parents are living now, but Dad wanted to be closer to work and decided to move. The new neighborhood wasn’t horrible, but it was bad enough, I never felt safe there, walk on the streets at night? I wouldn’t encourage you, unless you really needed to. I remember when I used to work at Cinemark theaters and I used to get home around 11pm most of the night. I was lucky that the bus used to stop right in front of my house, so I didn’t have to walk long. I won’t write much today because I have a test tomorrow and I have to study some more. Last test before spring break. By the way, happy St. Patrick’s Day to everybody!