Personal Narrative: Growing Up My Environment

Growing up my environment was constantly changing, although my blood related siblings and mom remained the center part of my life. I was raised in twelve different homes, almost all of them in the DFW area. My parents divorced when I was very young and from that point on my siblings and I were always moving from one house to another. It never bothered me that we were always moving, it was exhilarating getting to experience new places. Although I was never able to make deeply rooted connection with my new environments because in the back of my mind I knew we wouldn't be there long, even if I was told this would be our last home. Each time I predicted correctly, it was never our last home. My environment forced me to grow up fast and learn how to play the cards i've been dealt. I can thank my mom for that, through it all she has taught me to have a positive outlook on life and to live it to its fullest potential. She gave us unconditional love, and has always strived to give us everything she possibly could, yet she lacked the income to adequately do so.
I watched my mom work nonstop in an effort to ensure my siblings and I had food on the table, proper education, and lived in a safe environment, but effort only gets a person so far when there is a lack of a college degree. We drifted from home to home but it was only a matter of time before we were evicted and had to move into her boyfriend's house nearly an hour away from