Leaving Claremont

Academy awards? Oh...who cares. I didn't watch them. I didn't want too.

I'm moving. I haven't really talked about it because I wasn't supposed too. I told Jake, duh, how could I not? Turns out that was a bad idea because his snoopy mom heard him talking about it with me over the phone. Without warning she called people and suddenly everyone who wasn't supposed to know, did.

I forgot how infamous we were.

Which slightly sucks because I think I'm going to miss the quiet life I'm living right now. As I've grown to learn, I don't actually hate California, just Claremont. Claremont is little, Claremont is annoying. There is so much more to California than Claremont. Driving across Los Angeles has reminded me of that. Visiting Granada Hills struck an emotional chord in me. I'll live there again. Not in Claremont, but somewhere in LA.

So here I am, telling people I'm leaving, again. I have been offsetting it though, for every person I tell I'm leaving, I text someone in Clackamas and let them know I'm coming back. Someone sad with me, someone gushing happiness.

What I hate the most is when my friends try to get me to stay. They all have a closet for me to sleep in, a friend's room I could rent. I guess they don't understand that I can't. Not a legal matter, a personal one. I couldn't sleep at night if I left my mother to take care of herself and five kids, alone. She couldn't do it. Sure, she thinks she can, but I know better. Without Grandma or Dad, she would be hopeless. No one else in the house posesses any cleaning or cooking skills. What would Joe and Will do when she dissappears for all those hours, supposedly at an "OA Meeting?" No, staying is not an option.

I tell people it's only for a little while. I'll be back for college in the fall. I have plans. My parents are determined to mess up any plans I have, but college is a priority. I had to let go of U of O, I'm not letting go of Fullerton. I have an acceptance letter, a filed FASFA and every intent of registering there. They are not getting in the way of that.