Moving Home Analysis

Our large family of six had lived in the same small house for the past twelve years. We shared rooms and we were growing up. My parents had always wanted a bigger house. It was time to move and we had the money. It was mid-May. The spring showers had brought May flowers. After a lot of discussion, my parents decided it was time to move. On a Thursday night, they went to look at a house. It had five bedrooms and three bathrooms, it was perfect for our family. My parents put an offer on that house. The offer was accepted the next day. We had 24 hours to sell our old house. We cleaned it up and put it on the market at about three o'clock on Saturday. My dad and I went to Pie Five for dinner. We were enjoying delicious, fresh cooked pizza when my dad received a phone call. Someone had put an offer on our house that was just the amount we wanted. We had sold our house. We then had a month to pack everything up so that we could move. We were all very excited and anxious to move into our new house.

We said goodbye to our old house at noon. We unpacked the moving truck and emptied boxes. My new room was upstairs, it was the biggest one with a great view of the park behind our house. Everyone was happy. We all had our own rooms, but It didn't feel right. I missed our old house, having the basement all to myself. I hated walking up and down the twenty curved stairs to get to my room. We wanted a bigger house, but this one was a little too big. We had empty spaces everywhere, but it was too late. This was the house that my parents said they will live in the rest of their life, meaning I will live there until I go to