Boxing Day

Yet another Christmas has come and gone and the realization that this may be one of the few holidays I have left in this house. We started building this house when I was only eight years old. Three years later we moved to Singapore where I attended the Singapore American School, and lived in an ultra-modern house for four years, we then moved back to Sonoma where I attended my old middle school, The Presentation School. The house still wasn't completed by this point. On year later and I am a freshman at Justin-Siena High School in Napa; and surprisingly enough, the house is still not completed, but we are getting very close.

Just last month my parents told me and my little brother that we may be moving to Tiburon. The main reason we are moving is because the commute to San Francisco my father has to make every morning is starting to wear on him. Anyway, today my dad showed me the most amazing house, it's right on the Bay and you can literally walk to the ferry that takes you into the city. It looks exactly like the house we owned in Singapore (which is pretty much my dream home) Everything is perfect right? Well, as I was just getting excited about moving ... again ... I realized that I have never stayed in a house, in my entire life, for more than two years. And although I haven't technically lived here for long, but I have come back to this house every year during summer vacation. This house is the most stable thing in my life and now even that is being ripped from my life.

I don't think I can imagine coming home from school to another house, a cold shell with no memories to fill it. Not like this house. I had my tenth birthday by the pool, I ran along the vineyards playing hide and seek with my little brother. My entire childhood revolves around this house. I suppose this is the closest thing I have to a home, and they are asking me to desert it. I guess the only reason I am willing to move is a.) for my father, the stress is really starting to get to him; and b.) I'm going away to University in a few years, and it's not like I'll be in California. In truth, I will only see this house for another two or three years and then I will only have to cope with it on holidays.

If moving wasn't bad enough, I won't be able to see my friends every day. And it sucks because I have the best friends in the entire world.