The first time I was very young, I was three years old when my parents moved for the first time and I can only judge by their stories. And they do not regret it. Let the village was far from big cities, and in general cities (up to the nearest 100 km. was), but calmly. Well, how calm it could be then at all. The second was when I was about ten.
Only this time, not from the capital city to the village, but from the village closer to the city. Not the capital, but the usual district center, but with iron and airport. However, that move slipped away, we lived there for less than six months and came back when the promised free accommodation was not free at all. The third attempt happened when I was almost fourteen and was the most successful. We settled twenty kilometers away from the city of a multimillionaire and stayed there. I won"t say it ruined my life, but it did.
Especially the second movement, when all my friends forgot about my existence for six months, and when they returned, they did not accept me to the end. Although there I was probably to blame myself. I don"t know. It is difficult for me to judge, I will still be biased. And I wasn"t bothered by ignoring them, I was caught up with my older brother"s company. Fortunately, the difference of two years was never critical for us. We were raised in such a way that we were always supportive of each other and moving around only helped to bring us closer together. It is not for nothing that they say that "one move is equal to two fires".
This phrase surprisingly accurately describes our situation. It"s a pity that I didn"t get this phrase at once, only for the time of the third move, which fell on the most terrible time - adolescence. I had to grow up sharply and learn responsibility. Well, how else could I? Does anyone have any idea how much it costs to live in the wilderness and near a large city, even if it is not within its boundaries? And now imagine the price difference. And this difference parents borrowed from friends took a couple of credits.
As a result, three years of bondage, when there is no extra penny, and parents from morning to evening at work. No, we weren't"t starving. There was enough for clothes, even if not more than the necessary minimum, but that"s all. I didn"t want to go free, at least not all the time, and I couldn't make a wide gesture in return. And I had to get home as soon as possible because all the household chores were on me. Here you don"t want to, you"ll get away from the rest because when a friend"s mind guys/cosmetics/ partying, in different combinations and proportions, and you have cooking/washing/ going to the store for food, it"s difficult to take them seriously.
Everyone at once seems to be such children... and jealous. Although the last thoughts, I tried to drive away, because I was never jealous and was not going to be. By the way, at that moment once again helped out my brother, who supported, took some of the worries on himself. Our friendship became even stronger, but we got farther away from our stuffed parents. No, no offense, we were old enough to realize that the money for food and everything else was not just for fun. However, we had already become independent and were looking for a solution to our problems ourselves. Yes, what can we say! I am still proud that I bought my first mobile phone with the money I earned in the summer. I was sixteen at the time, and thanks to my brother I was able to hand out leaflets.
So much for my job, but I got mine! I earned my own money on the phone, and not just on it, and not just on my parents" money. And even though it wasn"t the coolest Nokia folding bed, I didn"t have to ask my parents" phones to call anyone anymore. However, all these memories are not so important. The main thing that my life has taught me to perceive much easier, quietly looking at some things. I am not used to giving up, hoping for someone else"s mercy. If you want to get help, help yourself. Or ask your brother for advice. I didn"t see the last one next to me, so I had to pull myself together.
I"ll always have time to roll another hysterics, but now I just needed to understand what had happened to me and what kind of shit I got myself into. I wish I knew how.