I finally moved out of my parent's house. It was only fair to let my sister have her own room.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I got an apartment for my family so they can move out of this one-room that they were renting out from a family.
I always went to my sister, because she was older and had the care of me after my mother died.
I grew up in a two-bedroom house with my grandfather, my mom and dad and four kids. I slept on the couch or on the floor, and I always wanted to have my own space.
I was an only child. We were so poor, my parents and I had the same room.
When I moved out of my mom's house at 18 I was almost as sad to leave her sewing machine behind as anything else.
I lived with my mom in a really small apartment. My bedroom was like in the living room. That's why I still love to sleep on couches now.
I shared a room with my parents until I was 7, and I lived with my uncles and aunts and my cousins and my grandfather... so the house was always full of people.
My family actually moved a lot growing up. I really only lived in one place every five or six years, and then we'd move again. That was just for my dad's work.
I decided to move out of the apartment I was sharing with my best friend before graduation and move back home. My parents had recently separated, and I wanted to move back home with my mom and my siblings.
As a kid, I think I rearranged the rooms of almost every house on the block.