Me And Two Homes

One time I lived in one home but now I live in two, I didn’t know why I had to leave my one home until I knew the awful truth. The truth feared me, it whispered inside my ears and then I remembered that I would have to leave my home. The sadness ached more “this is the only home I know” I thought. Soon enough it was the day to move out, I remembered that I looked back with a sad face and waved goodbye to my home and to my favourite tree and I saw them wave back to. I moved into a condo downtown with my mama and brother while my papa was trying to find a townhouse close to me and my brother’s schools. The condo was a great size but it didn’t feel like home, it felt unfamiliar and it felt low on love. After a while I got used to the place, it was hard to get used to the small washroom but then I accepted this place to be my home. Around a month and a half later, my papa got a townhouse close to me and my brother’s schools. I was happy for him but I didn’t want to adjust to moving again, the process is quite gradual in my opinion. “Papa’s townhouse is bigger than mama’s condo,” I thought, “does that mean it will take me longer to adjust to?” Well I was wrong, it took the same amount of time to adjust as my mama’s condo! Then I realized that if I moved alone it would take me way longer to get used to the place because I wouldn't have moved with the most special people to me but I did.