A place to live does not sound like much of a problem. Look on Air b&b, find an apartment. You love it. I thought this too, until I went through it myself.  First of all we spent the first two weeks looking for the perfect one. I guess my mom thought we would eventually find and amazing one so she dragged us from apartment to apartment. Sometimes five a day. After each one we would discuss it. A lot of them were too small, mom did not like the couch, (my mom is really picky when it comes to houses). At the time we did not know what school we were going to so we looked at apartments all over the city. Sometimes we even had to take the bus to get from one apartment from another because they were to far apart.

Because we were so busy looking for apartments, we did not have time to do much else. I was not happy because my parents had told me that the first two weeks we would just relax. (That was a lie, I barley had time to sit down). While we were looking for apartments  my mom had rented an apartment for us to live in for the first month while we were still trying to find the permanent one. The first one was actually pretty cool. It had a big room in the middle that made up for the big bedrooms and playrooms we were used to back home. My bedroom was apart from the rest of the other ones though so that was not that fun. But the kitchen was big and the dining room was perfect for us because it had a round table (my mom has always wanted a round table).

When we finally decided to go to Gascon, there were not many apartment options because we all thought we may go to Bayard (another school). The options of apartments were a small one with four decks, a bigger one that had a pool but they were still redoing it so it was hard to imagine it all perfect.  There were a others but those ones mom went to see by herself and she told us they were all too small. The rest of my family eventually decided on the small one with four decks (I still thought that the one we picked was too small).

Everyone was looking forward to move in to our permanent apartment. I was just glad that mom stopped dragging us to see more apartments. We went back to make sure that we wanted it, and my parents had to do some paperwork but before we new it, it was time to move. Thankfully I was at school when my parents did all the luggage moving.

When I got home my new apartment was waiting for me. The living room was small and right near the door. There was a big leather couch and three red chairs. Upstairs Kuba got his own room and Maya and I shared the larger room. There was a deck off of the kitchen, a deck off of Maya’s and my room, and another one off of parents’ room which was downstairs. It was small, but cozy. And I knew that we would be spending most of our time outside.

There was no playroom, no big open spaces, no three floors.  I am finding myself with my sister and brother all the time. There really is not a private place were I can be alone. The apartment is different, that is for sure. But maybe, just maybe, someday it will fell like home.