As I have mentioned before, I live with my Aunt. I have for a year and four months. It’s had its great times and well it’s also had it’s awful times. As a teenager, not living with my “parents” (if that’s what you want to call them) seems pretty awesome! Especially since my aunt and I are really close. We’re both spontaneous and love to shop. She wants the absolute best for me and wants me to achieve my highest goal. I agree with her definitely! Then we have our disagreements. Being grounded by my favorite aunt or getting in trouble, well… it sucks. But we’re a family and we stick together.
Her son is the cutest little thing and I love him. He is super baby genius smart! He could probably fix himself his own sandwich if we would let him. lol. He just poured himself some koolaide. Did I mention he’s only two.
Besides all that good stuff.. moving in with my aunt has had it’s loses. I lost any contact with my father. We’ve never been close and never will be, but it’s still a loss.. I guess. I also lost any contact with my younger brother which tears me upp the absolute most! But it’s all good..
I don’t want to leave this on a bad note, so even though it’s had it’s ups and downs, I love living here and wouldn’t trade it for anything.