Home sweet home; where the carpet is clean(most of the time), my mother in the living room watching the television, a little loud. Where I sit in my bedroom browsing the internet and procrastinating from multiple things: writing my novel, reading the books I have on my ‘to-read’ list, and sleeping. Home sweet home; where my cats meow at the patio door, where my snake hides in his hut, and where the fish are… well fish. Home sweet home; where basically every form of communication is done on an electric device, where my fathers girlfriend lives, where my family feuds begin and end. Home is where the heart is, incorrect. The heart is nowhere to be found now-a-days. My mother and I living with my father and his new woman. He happened to be dating her since June of last year. What a big surprise. Well, she is in for some surprises herself, once I am alone with her. Home is where the heart is… Back then, sure, but now with all this tension and awkward atmosphere, and especially new information that I have acquired… it doesn’t feel like there is any heart here. Except for when my mother and I are the only ones here. There is no place like home, correct. There seriously isn’t. I don’t feel this strange anywhere else but at home.
Soon, though… Soon my grandpa’s pay will come in, and he will buy my mother and I a house, and then start grandpa’s pride… But I think I ruined that, since I told my mother that dad and Holly have been dating since June of 2011. She doesn’t want to let it go. She is happy that I told her, but now I am conflicted, was it the right thing to do? I’m not sure yet. It will take a couple of years to get a lawyer, around 25000 to get one… And then what? I wouldn’t be living here anymore anyway. Oh boy. I feel that the most important things have yet to happen.
With those words, I am getting off. I need to sleep. I have to work at 9 in the morning, and I am half tempted to ride my bike there. I won’t though. So, goodnight.
Writing a Paige 