I want to go home.

Sean and I are going to be working our butts off for the next few weeks so we can get some money together and find our own apartment. We’re doing every little odd and end job that we need so we can make enough money to move up North. As of Friday we’ll be away for about a week working so we can get even more added to our monthly income. Our living situation isn’t exactly “great” and after having a wonderful week up in New York, being back down here just doesn’t feel the same. We’re looking into an area up in Delaware by Dover Air Force Base, if that falls through we’ll look into New Jersey, and then from there we have no idea.

Even with free rooms in Atlantic City, it would still be too expensive for us to just head up there for a few days. This is putting a damper on our original plans because I wanted to get a job in the area until we had enough money to move out of here. We do have money in the bank account but it’s no where near what we need in order to change our residence at this point in time. I just know that I’d like to live in New York with my family right now and I’m unsure of how that’s possible considering while I was packing up to come back here last night, my father was talking about gutting the room and changing things around. It hurts to know that he’s taking that route, but at the same time there’s really nothing I can do about it. I’m an adult, I’m supposed to be able to handle being away from my family and capable of taking care of myself but that’s really hard to do when all you want to do is go back home.  It has nothing to do with Sean, he’s just as unhappy as I am. We’re just not unhappy with each other.  I just wish there was an easier way for things to change.


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