  I am officially moved out of my house of 5 years. That is the longest that I have ever stayed in one house, and it feels weird that I don't live there anymore. This apartment could turn into a home for me, but it still isn't the same. My pets aren't here, and from what it looks like, I don't think we're bringing them with us; it would be too hard for them to adapt. My brothers aren't happy. My little brother is still pissed at my mom for divorcing his father, which isn't very reassuring for my mom. And my older brother... well he is pretty much deprived of everything important to him right now, and from what I have seen, it isn't the best feeling in his point of view. But there are 2 upsides. Besides my brothers being depressed, my mom is very glad to be out of the house. I'm glad that she is happy. And my new room is bigger than my old one. Even though it doesn't have the millions of shelves that my old room contained, which is causing me to keep most of my things in boxes, it's okay.
Oh well, it can only get better, right? I hope so, because this whole experience has been a real blow to my family and we weren't ready. Until we meet again, I bid you adieu. 
