Being only 17 years old, this time period wasn’t that long ago for me. I’ve moved twice since that time and I remember the house very clearly and why we moved out.
My house from 12 years old was partially falling apart. My mother was dating the man who owned the house we rented from at the time. He wasn’t someone who liked to spend money causing the house to stay a mess in certain areas. The basement had an issue with a leak in it whenever it rained.
The house itself, one I pass every time I go to my high school (Yes I’m still in high school.) It’s a white and blue house that was kind of small. It had one of those greenhouses in the backyard causing it to not have a lot of room for 2 kids to play in.
My sister, me, and my mom lived there together. We each had our own room. My sister was 18 when we moved out of there and I was 12 years old. My mother lived there from age 8-12. I had adjusted well to the house by the end of it. It had given me the chance to live on a street close to my middle school I would be starting at and the junior high school and the high school.
We wound up moving out of it, despite it’s conveniences. My mom had gotten re-married to another man and didn’t want to live in a house owned by her previous boyfriend who didn’t want to leave her alone. We moved into another house for 10 months and then moved to were we are now.
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