Moving in..Moving out

My holiday was the beginning of the end. Actually, I do hope that this is the end of dozens of changes of places that I had to do throughout my life.

It all started when I was 2 years old and my father lost our house. He was just too naive and mortgaged our house to invest in his small company. Consequently, he lost both of them and our family had to live in a tiny room at my grandmother´s house.

The years after that incident were not different; without money, we had to live in other people´s houses, most of the times for short periods and in small rooms (imagine 5 people living in one room). It was difficult and I hated all of that because I couldn't make friends at school, we always had to move out and start all over again in a different neighborhood.

I can roughly count 6 changes of places in 10 years. It just stopped when I was 12 years old and my father finally got a paid job. It was not too much, just 1.000 reais, but it was enough to pay a rent. I remember that day when we entered the house, 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, living room and kitchen, we didn´t have furniture, there were not table and sofa, but for me everything was perfect, we finally had our home.

I lived there 7 years and just left to live with my husband. As a matter of fact, that time he was not my husband yet. I can honestly say that my parents got crazy when their 19-year-old daughter decided to move in with her boyfriend to his apartment. The apartment was very old, but for the first time I had my own place and, of course, my first bills. I was a trainee, but I was doing great in Marketing and money (for the first time in my whole life) was not an issue. The arguments with my parents just ended when we decided to get married 2 years later.

Not surprisingly, considering my life, my husband and I moved into a brand-new apartment 4 years ago. We were very happy there until we decided to have a baby, and there is not better place to bring up a child than a house. So, can you imagine what happened?

Although we are living in an old but great house with front and back yard for our baby, my husband wants more, and he got more. Two weeks ago we bought a new house, a bigger one in a residential neighborhood, I know that it is a new moving out, but living there has been his dream since he was a little boy and now it finally came true.

Last but not least, my holiday was inside the new house, taking notes and pictures, discussing what we need to do before moving and how much we can spend on these things; in short, getting prepared (again!!!) for this new move. I do hope this is the last one, I really do, but who knows about the future? Let´s just wait for what will happen.

Daiana Cabral Barbosa, CPE 1, Morning