The Better Memory

MOVING IN

This is becoming a routine.
This is what i thinking pulling into the driveway of our new house. Since the second grade, I have never stayed in the same house or apartment for more than one year. Always moving, and along with moving, losing all the friends I had made that year. Perks of your father being one of the best in the business of a failing company. The moment his job shut down he was swiped up by another one. If it didn't pay so much, he might not have made us move. But truth is his job is what really provides the income. Although my mom enjoys her job, it doesn't pay off well. My dad keeps his hard job just so my mom can be happy with her job. But with all of this moving I have become used to leaving everything behind and starting fresh. My people skills are unparalleled, if I do say so myself. People always just want to fit in so finding out how they fit into the puzzle is the easiest way to make a friend. I've learned this thorough all of my years having to make new friends over and over again. So I wasn't really worried that first day I came to our new house. We hadn't moved in yet because there was still a lot of work to do remodeling and painting. As houses go our house was the standard sub-level 2-story, and fit all of our needs. It wasn't anything special but it was cozy and spacious at the same time.
I already knew that the neighbors had kids; my mom had been to the house already and met the family and the 4 children. I, as per usual when meeting new people, acted like I was the greatest thing since cornflakes. That first day showing up and everyday after that. Every time I walked down my driveway, which was parallel to theirs, I made sure to look my best and look as cool as possible. Even if I knew they weren't looking, I appeased myself with the thought that they saw me and they thought I was worth attention. Yeah pretty selfish on my part.