"I have always lived in the same neighborhood, in t..."

I have always lived in the same neighborhood, in the same house, with the same bed but with an infinitely evolving atmosphere. My family started as my mom, my dad, my sister, and I. We did alright together--well, until my dad left for weeks at a time and eventually forever--but, let’s not get into that.

Soon, my mother started her 12-hour/day job so I began to see her less, but my grandmother and I decided to cook together, become coffee connoisseurs, and develop our relationship. My sister and I grew closer than ever, and her friends became my friends. I decided to manifest my ideal life, starting with my relationships and education. Soon, I found myself surrounded by beautiful people and with an indefinite fuel for knowledge. It seemed as though one person leaving made room for more to enter. I think that this could be the essence of life--negatives leads to positives which lead to more negatives until negatives and positives are no longer discernible and there are only events. Events, however, are still striking and meaningful, no matter there connotation.

Sure I have had some hard times, but, in reality, I have nothing to complain about. My life has been as tainted and beautiful as anyone else’s, full of average hardship and perpetual love. If nothing else, my experiences with my neighborhood, my grandmother, my education, and myself have taught me to squeeze the most out of every moment because memories last, but events always pass.