Moving out

Five more days until I pack my bags and head to my dad’s house. My mom acts like she’s sad, and I kinda think she will be because she still envisions her little boy, but in a way I think she is happy that I am leaving so I won’t cause her any more stress. But, really, the things she gets stressed about are her own fault. My dad and step mom would usually be laughing their asses off. I really do think living with my dad will be fun, he’s my best friend and the closest person that is like me. But, moving to Tomball, I’ll lose touch with most of my friends, that I already know. I’ll probably come down, during the summer, every once in a while and go to the beach but I don’t see myself getting that text or phone call too often. So once I go to Tomball, I am setting my sights there and not looking back. It just sucks having to start from scratch, with friends and all, but that is what I wanted, to meet new people. Plus, everywhere I look Tomball has drop dead gorgeous girls..everywhere. And they’re country and not these snobby up tight chicks you get here in sugar land. Thank god. All in all, I welcome the new changes. It’ll be good for me.