It seems like it just keeps moving. I turned 18, I graduated, and now as I clean my room at my mom's house to get ready for moving to my dad's house, I am met with a sobering thought.
This will be the last few days of living in my mother's house permanently.
In three months, I'll be living on my own. No family. My mom won't be there to yell up the stairs to make sure I'm awake before she heads to work. And I won't hear the young voice following her's in gibberish yelling too. And I'm not sure how that makes me feel yet. It's still sinking in. But soon, I the sinking will have to end and I'll have to face reality; I'm all grown up.
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