The only way I knew how to survive was to be able to plan my visit. If I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to do, things would go awry. I knew what I wanted and I knew how to get there. I was a creature of habit and wanted to know ahead of time what each day would look like.
I was good with change as long as I could implement the change myself. I didn’t want anyone else to say what I could or could not do. I wanted to live on my terms and my terms only.
I wanted to loosen up and knew my life would be easier if I did, but where would my morals be? I knew what I wanted and knew what I needed to get by. I knew what tricks I needed to succeed. I had to have a plan and had to know where I was going with the rest of my life.
When my father told us he had lost the house and we were moving to the country, I couldn’t be more excited. I knew I should be sad we were losing the house, but with the way our family was going, I’d like to be away. I only wanted to live my best life. I knew my best life would be out of the bright lights of the city. I never could have known the future and the country only held more problems for our already troubled family.
Standing Room Only 