Not if I can help it. My father for years has been trying to convince us all to move to Florida, and for years nobody has budged. But apparently suddenly, the Sisterpants cannot stand this town anymore and despises living here with a passion, providing me in-depth descriptions of how she dreads awakening every morning just because she's in Palatine. Ouch.
There's not a chance in France that we're moving (at least, I think), but it really got me thinking: as horribly cold and dreary as it can be here, I wouldn't want to move for anything. In all honesty, if the rest of my family chose to move away right now, I would put up a fight and stay here, even if it meant having to sleep beneath a tree in Hamilton Park or secretly camping out in Anika's closet instead of living in a house... Well, that last bit is a bit extreme, but you get my point here :) If I were to leave Palatine, I can only imagine how horribly depressed I'd become. So much so, that the mere thought makes me cringe. I'd probably transform into some rebellious trouble child who spends her day brooding in her emo corner listening to death metal... Honestly, as harsh as it sounds, given the choice, I think I'd be much happier living here with my friends and not my family rather than living away somewhere with my family but not my friends. Is that horrible of me?
...Yes, yes it is. My mom is pretty cool. =)
Monday, January 18, 2010
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