When I was three years old, my parents got a divorce. I don’t really remember it too well but it was rough. I have never really had one home to call home, it's either dad’s or mom’s house. Having to carry things back and forth like my makeup bag, toiletry bag, phone charger, and my headphones has been a load on early school mornings. My primary home is at my mom’s house and let me say, I love it. I have a suite I share with my step-sister who is in college. Your own bathroom, tv, and basically two rooms is every teenage girl's dream. The only negative I would have to say is it’s on a street where every neighbor minds their own business. At my dad's house however, it's a lot different. We know our neighbor Mr.Kim who works at Target, my best
