I slowly get out of the car, head down. I look up to see my new home. It wasn’t bad, smaller than the last, but bigger than the 3rd…no, second house we had. That one was puny.

It was a basic 3 bedroom, 2 bath living space with good sized living room, kitchen, study, and good amounts of closet space (not that I needed that).

After checking out the house, I go outside and remove two of my boxes and bring them to my room that was HUGE . I lay the boxes on the ground, look up, and peer around the room. What the hell am I gunna fill all this up with?

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After my father and I got everything into the house, unpack all the stuff in our rooms, and the kitchen items, we were pooped. We ordered take out from a local pizzaria and ate a whole pie.

I go up to my room, change, and lay down on my bed, tired as ever. The light shine up on my cleiling, showing me that it was only 7:30. And despite that, I fell asleep moments later.