My Experience:
When I was 12 about to turn 13 I invited my mother to stay the night in my room, because she hadn't slept with me since I was 8. It was early in the morning when I heard her talking to our landlord, well not much talking rather than yelling. All i can remember is her saying "Frank please I have no where else to go". She thought I was still asleep and she woke me up, she told me to pack some bags because we were being evicted. She warned me that we would have to go soon months before, but I guess she thought it would all work out. When she told me I automatically assumed we'd be living with one of my relatives in a matter of months for a really long time. I was a paranoid kid, a good paranoid meaning that I was prepared for the worst. So months before I packed my bags in anticipation of the event. The good thing about this eviction was that my mother and I had time to pack a few more bags just the essentials, things like my overhead projector, goosebumps books, my playsation 2, xbox, gamecube,wii , portable dvd player, and hygiene products, you know just the essentials. My mothers landlord is my grandmothers boyfriend so it was quiet ocwierd. You know whats sadder than leaving a empty house, after you've lived their your whole life? Leaving a full house, after you've lived their your whole life. I always imagined when my mother and I moved out we would be at the door, I'd ask her to give me a minute while she would be in the moving van waiting, and I would be reminiscing about all the good times. But fate wasn't so kind to me. While riding in the back of my grandmothers pick up truck I realized something, this was a fresh start. I knew we would be living with my brother in a matter of hours. The thing about living with my brother was that my brother was in a completely different state, I was fresh, brand new and ready to get out of that god forsaken town, where I knew everyone and knew where everything was. I did my share of hell in those days, and with a new start I had a chance to make friends, have a clean slate, and a good reputation. I am now living in a wonderful and healthy environment with my brother, mother, and great friends. I never saw any of my relatives afterwords, probably for the best though.No one in my family was real, someone was either nosy, and willing to tell everyone's business, or wanting money, or will give someone something and say don't worry about paying or giving it back, and the next moment,their like where's my money bitch. I have a fresh start, which gave me an improved vocabulary, so much knowledge of life, and more things than what I walked out of my home with. So I'm not only content, but ecstatic about my new life.
Lessons:
Make the best of a bad situation
Enjoy the little things
Always find the bright side
There's always something you can do. Because you control how you react or overreact, I was completely calm in that situation and looking back at it I have no regrets whatsoever about how I reacted. I had fun on my way to my brothers home, we had a bad run the first 12 years but I'm hoping that the next 6 will be enjoyable.
