My sister and I lived with our mother would visit our father two weekends a month and over summer vacation the situation was reversed. As we grew older, our enthusiasm towards those visits with our father waned because, after all, all of our friends were in our neighborhood. We frequently missed friends' birthday parties to visit him. Inevitably however, we always had a great time and were sad when our visits were over and yet happy to come home. I'd be lying if I said that I never wished that they would get back together and that there were never any times I couldn't wait to show my father what I'd done in art class or a great math test I was particularly proud of.
We were all ready for off at about 1 o'clock on the Saturday, I was expecting a long journey as I had been to the same campsite the year before and it takes about three hours on a good day. But thankfully we didnt get lost on the way so we got there just before tea-time. Quinny and I waited in the car while my mum and dad signed us in and got our pitch number. Number nine was our pitch this time, which wasnt that far away from where we were last year. I'll just tell you one more thing about last year then I will move on, I met a girl called Vicky who I spent most of the holiday with.
A few months before all of this I was pleased with my calm life in a local city of Taiwan. I settled there at the age of two with my family, and things were going well so far. Because I lived there for ten years, the longest time that I ever spent living in one place, I had made really good friends and was not looking forward to any significant changes although my mom had told me a long time ago, we might move to USA to settle with our uncle and grandma. My mom also told me that the other reason we move is for a better education and life there but I was not listening at that time. I thought she was just joking around because my brother and I have always expected to have a vacation to other countries.
He jumped at the chance and left as soon as possible. His grandma drove him to school for the following week even though it was a 30 minute drive. Keith finally got to have his own bedroom to stay in and was with someone who encouraged him to do things other than play video games. While Keith didn’t like moving it did open his eyes to the world and that there’s a lot more to life than just playing on his computer and looked back on the last couple years and how he wasted all that time doing hardly anything for himself or others.
I would come and visit them every weekend anyway so it wasn’t a big deal staying with them for a week. In fact, I feel that I got all the love and affected needed from my grandparents than my parents. I tried calling my parents a couple of times but they didn’t pick up; they were probably busy. I kept trying and trying, I mean for how long can they ignore my call. It was 5PM.
Every day at therapy we sat by each other and then after word we would go get super together. Which summer was coming to and end and I would have to go back to school and not hang out with him as much. But on our date he surprised me and said that he was going to go to the same school as I was, so that I didn’t ever... ... middle of paper ... ...yed the night there in his arms. I felt so safe and so normal for the very first time in a long time. I loved the connection Timothy and I had and I wouldn’t give it up for anything.
And to have the opportunity to spend the entire weekend with the one person I loved more than I can ever explain was like a dream come true. If someone had said to me that on this day, I would see my favorite musician with the man I cherished, I would have told them to wake up, as they must have been dreaming. Friday, I spent the whole day planning every last detail. I printed the map and directions since I had never been to Austin, TX. I arranged to have my mother's car for the weekend, and I made sure I had enough cash.
The great family man who had been working so hard to maintain our family’s financial situation while my mom held down the fort was simply giving up. We talked for an hour, then he talked to my mom and headed on his way. I took the mountain bike I had asked my brother to throw in the car for me and rode to the train station, never looking back. Over the subsequent months, my life has not changed all that dramatically. I live in an off campus apartment with a routine weekly schedule and the same roommates the entire time.
I wish I would have realized I was wrong before it was too late. Every time anyone in my family came over I instantly went up to my room. My mom would call up to my room for me to say hi and I would ignore her. Thankfully, I am over that stage in my life, and I actually enjoy visiting with my family. We had just gotten out of school for the 2013 Christmas break, and I was so excited to not have to go to school for a few weeks.
Heart Break After months and months of waiting for a decision, I had mentally come up with my own. The money didn’t seem as if it would come through for my brother and I to go to the private school my dad worked at, Hyde Park, so I was mentally prepared to stay at Cedar Park High School for the rest of my high school career. Everything seemed to be pointing at me staying there anyway, the guy I had been in love with since 7th grade asked to get back together the night before, this morning I had just run the Color Run with one of my best friends, and I had just finished hanging out with a group of my favorite people for a school project. It seemed as if God was calling me to stay at Cedar Park, and then when my mom came to pick me from my friends house, she said that one sentence that changed my life; “The money came through, welcome to Hyde Park.”