This is day 3 of having no home.
I might have a roof over my head but I don't have the feeling of being 'home'. The house I'm currently living in used to be 'home'. But since we're moving away, it's not 'home' anymore.
All my stuff is already in the new house. My books, my clothing, my furniture. I don't have a bed anymore.
My 'bed' is just a mattress. My 'pillow' is my jacket. At least I have a normal blanket...
Our current house is empty but loud. My parents are shouting. Sometimes at themselves, sometimes at each other, sometimes at us children.
School put much pressure on my until today. Especially because of the exams. I couldn't even learn good enough because I was busy with the move. Even when my father said to go home and study, all I could think about was the move. And all I felt was the emptiness and the desire to have a real home again.
I even broke down during a class test and cried after that in the school bathroom. I never thought that moving away can be so hurtful.
At least we can soon move into the new house. Into the house, where all my stuff is. And hopefully, I'll have a home again.