Once again my father's employer has decided that it was time for my family to move again. This will be the third move in six years. We first moved from Tucson, Arizona to Northern New York in 2012. Then we moved again in 2015 to Northern Virginia. We have been here since, and once again waiting for our next destination. In a week I'll be driving with my family across the country to move to Texas. However, this move is different. Even though all of my childhood items and furniture are moving to my new home, it does not feel like my home at all. Instead, it feels like it is my parent's home now.
I have started making that detachment of calling this new house 'mine'. I only say that because my freshman year I only went home for winter and summer break. Once my parents told me that we were moving, I instantly started thinking whether or not I would bring more of my stuff back to Arizona with me and not worrying if I would get the biggest room or not. I began to refer to my new room as the 'guest room' and telling my parents that I am okay with having the smallest room. Talking like this began to frustrate them. They always make the point that their house is my house also. My parents tell me constantly that I am always welcomed and that my room is mine. They want me to arrange it in a way that I am most comfortable, but I really have no interest in any of these things.
Since my parents lived across the country my freshman year, I only visited them once during the duration from July until May for Christmas. Now that they will live closer, I will be able to see them more often, but I do not want to always visit them due to me having no history in Texas. I do not have any friends or places to hang out with. Therefore, my home will not be in Texas, but it will be my parent's home.
This move is an exciting time for my siblings due to the new opportunities that they will get when they arrive in their new home. They will make new friends at a new school while learning about a new area. However, this new life that they will make will not be one that I am involved in. It is like my younger siblings are just like me now in the sense that I have a life away from them.
Slowly my parents will probably make their ways around the country in a couple more moves before my dad retires. My siblings will go through the same thing that I am. I know in the end that I am not the only person going through this in life right now. There are other students that are slowly trying to make themselves not so dependent on their parents.