The thoughts and feelings of someone moving from a home he or she has enjoyed living in. We have to be out in a week! I have been living here for almost fifteen joyful years

I fear that I will never be able to call any other place my home but I am certain this is the only place that will hold my memories of being part of a nuclear family unless due to some miraculous event my parents remarry. I think this is the hardest thing for me to leave behind as we were a very close family until my parents began fighting.

When the notice came, I couldn’t believe it. My father reckons that the mortgage lenders are being unfair and that if he had one more month to pay it off we could stay. I don’t believe him. My dad always does stupid things like buying crates of eggs because there was a special offer or forgetting to pay a lot of bills causing the light, gas or electricity to go out. He is the one of the greatest fools I know. He always puts on an act to keep the family happy. He can not stand to see us upset even if it is because of his own stupidity. I love my dad but right now I wish I could teach him to live up to some of his responsibilities. I am wrong to blame him as we should all stick together as a family right now because we have to be out in a week!

When I look back and remember my home, I hope I can replicate the damp smell in the living room because we never put the clothes out to dry fast enough, the sewage in the back from the time the rubbish men did not come for almost three months, the yellow stained walls from when my dad used to smoke or how the hot water would never last long enough to fill the bath tub. When I look back I hope I can remember all of these things.

I just remembered, we have to be out in a week! As I pack my things, everywhere I look I remember a story of a good time I’ve had in this home, every room, corner, wall, window, curtain, dent and crack are reminding me of all these different stories. I cannot leave behind all of my cheerful childhood memories. This was the place where I spoke my first words and took my first steps. My whole life I believed that it would be in this same place that I would speak my last word and take my last step, but now I have to bid farewell to this dream as we have to be out in a week!