on the road

9.

This was the biggest let-down of the summer. I had plans for the school year. Plans to hang out with my friends. But this house really ruined my mood. And now that I think about it. We got everything we needed back in Motela with Dad. I came to the conclusion that this was not the move. I would take months to fix the house back up. And I don’t have time for that. I told Dad that we can just move too Motela for good. I guess it’s time to start a new life there. Bon voyage, my hometown.