I got an apartment for my family so they can move out of this one-room that they were renting out from a family.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
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.
I finally moved out of my parent's house. It was only fair to let my sister have her own room.
My parents were dealing with evictions and repossessions and electricity getting shut off, and I just realized that I had to get it together.
I find myself for whatever reason unable to live in the apartment I renovate and have to sell.
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.
They couldn't wait to get me out. My dad found my place, my mom helped me pack, and my brother was making architectural plans for my bedroom. It was just what you do at 18.
When I moved out, my mom and dad came to help me get settled into my apartment - a place I ultimately got hooked up with in Coach Nelson's building. We had to figure out how to get all my shoes over here. That was a little stressful.
I no longer want to live in an apartment furnished with forklifts and backhoes.
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.
My mom and I built a guest house on my property so that my mom could help me fostering animals. I do multiple fosters a month.