So, I am graduated. It is over.
(This entry is going to be choppy.)
My graduation party was a success. I received over $800 in presents. The food was amazing (because it was catered). I also had a surprisingly large turn-out. So, all in all, greatness.
On graduation day, I didn't screw up my speech. I also received a lot of compliments which made me happy.
The day before graduation I went to six graduation parties with Sara and Ed, and on the day of graduation, I transported Damein, Zornes, Jessica, and myself to ten grad parties. I am all partied out.
I am typing this from my friend Kayleigh's house. I just woke up. We had a birthday party for her last night and I came after work.
Notice how boring and bland this journal is turning out?
That is because I am a little numb. Yesterday morning, people came to my house. People as in an auctioneer and a sherriff and etc. They looked at the house to appraise it. (Remember that my parents filed for bankruptcy in October and our house was foreclosed on). Well, we thought the foreclosure would take about a year. We were wrong. Yesterday, the people told my mom that we have three to four weeks to move out. We had absolutely no warning of this. So, what does that mean? It means from now until mid-June, Iam going to be packing up shit and throwing shit out, getting ready to move to a nonexistant home. Because, you see, my parents never found a place to rent or buy on land contract. So, we're essentially fucked. I think it's one of the first times I've seen my mom cry genuinely. But, I suppose it will work out. Our plan is to live at our grandma's farm until we have enough money to move. However, because I know my parents so well (and likewise, I know their laziness), I forsee us staying there a lot longer than my grandma or anyone else would like.
I suppose I need to be more positive and look at this as an opportunity to start over from a fresh slate. But it still breaks me up inside. My childhood home. And in a few weeks, it won't be my home anymore.
I am trying not to get too depressed. It's been difficult. At least I have my friends to pass away the hours with me so I don't have to sit around and dwell. However, when I leave Kayleigh's today, I am going home to pack some more. Gah.
That is all I have. Let me know you're still alive out there.
(This entry is going to be choppy.)
My graduation party was a success. I received over $800 in presents. The food was amazing (because it was catered). I also had a surprisingly large turn-out. So, all in all, greatness.
On graduation day, I didn't screw up my speech. I also received a lot of compliments which made me happy.
The day before graduation I went to six graduation parties with Sara and Ed, and on the day of graduation, I transported Damein, Zornes, Jessica, and myself to ten grad parties. I am all partied out.
I am typing this from my friend Kayleigh's house. I just woke up. We had a birthday party for her last night and I came after work.
Notice how boring and bland this journal is turning out?
That is because I am a little numb. Yesterday morning, people came to my house. People as in an auctioneer and a sherriff and etc. They looked at the house to appraise it. (Remember that my parents filed for bankruptcy in October and our house was foreclosed on). Well, we thought the foreclosure would take about a year. We were wrong. Yesterday, the people told my mom that we have three to four weeks to move out. We had absolutely no warning of this. So, what does that mean? It means from now until mid-June, Iam going to be packing up shit and throwing shit out, getting ready to move to a nonexistant home. Because, you see, my parents never found a place to rent or buy on land contract. So, we're essentially fucked. I think it's one of the first times I've seen my mom cry genuinely. But, I suppose it will work out. Our plan is to live at our grandma's farm until we have enough money to move. However, because I know my parents so well (and likewise, I know their laziness), I forsee us staying there a lot longer than my grandma or anyone else would like.
I suppose I need to be more positive and look at this as an opportunity to start over from a fresh slate. But it still breaks me up inside. My childhood home. And in a few weeks, it won't be my home anymore.
I am trying not to get too depressed. It's been difficult. At least I have my friends to pass away the hours with me so I don't have to sit around and dwell. However, when I leave Kayleigh's today, I am going home to pack some more. Gah.
That is all I have. Let me know you're still alive out there.
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i lived in a house i was born in for 21 years...and then all of a sudden in the next 3 years my folks moved twice. it was weird but...your home is where you and loved ones are, blah blah blah.
p.s. love your photography
I'm sorry to hear about the house. That must be completely devastating