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I Am Homeless With Multiple Homes
Will I live out of my suitcase for forever?
By Grace K. Bianco
Alas, it is time for a slight rant, but there will be another positive ending to this rant as well.
Life is always changing for the good and bad.
Sometimes, I can’t help but wish it would give me a little break.
I wish I was in elementary school again. My mom made all of my meals, and it was her job to get me to school.
I wish I was in middle school again. I was homeschooled, and I was constantly in my comfort zone (my home).
I wish I was in high school again. My social life was at its peak, and I stuck with the same friends all four years. I miss the schedules that were easy to learn in a day or two. For almost an entire year, I knew what pretty much every day would bring. There was comfort in knowing it would repeat again the next year (until I became a senior).
It’s not the age I miss. It’s the routine and the known. I liked knowing what was to come. It was a luxury that I didn’t know was important.
