el_bandito

I fucking hate moving. Packing and tape and all that mess. Had to do it so many times growing up. Because my mom never stayed at a single place for longer than a year or two. Now Im doing it again. Moving from Orlando back to my hometown of Hialeah. Got laid off at basically the worst possible time. Although there isnt a "right" time.

Ive never been so torn. On one hand. Im happy to be with my family again, and old friends. But now I leave my new friends behind. And honestly i love it up here. BUt maybe its for the best. I can give Vanessa her space. And I cand build a relationship with my younger brother. So i try to stay positive. And hope for the best.