I uncomfortably adjusted in my seat as the airplane came to the ground swiftly landing. I had just taken an 9 hour flight and was not in the mood to drive another 2 hours to my new home. It's never really been easy for me having to move constantly because of my dads job. We move almost every 6 months so technically I move twice a year and I've been doing this since I was 8 and now I'm 18 so that means I've lived in 36 different houses all because of my dads job. He does have a very nice job which is high paying so I'm not complaining about that it's just I hate having to move literally all the time. I've never really fit in, I don't know why but it seems like at every single school I go to somehow there is always a group of mean girls. The only escape I have from all this madness is music and that's kept me going long enough so I don't know what I would do without it. "Collins our car is over there" said my dad as he was grabbing his luggage. I simply grab my jacket and walk over to the car not caring about grabbing my luggage knowing that a baggage handler will get it. We are almost at the new house when my dad says "I think you're going to like this place" "Dad, you've said the other 36 times we've moved" "I know but this time it'll be different" "And why's that?" "Because this is the last place we're moving too, meaning that Ireland will be our home for a while so you better start enjoying it" I wasn't exactly thrilled when I heard this because I didn't want Ireland to be my home I wanted L.A to be. That was my favorite place we've ever lived but I won't be able to go back for a while. The only good thing abut moving here is that our new house is a mansion.
