My journey from childhood to adulthood unfolded when my family and I unfortunately became homeless. Around the age of ten, my mother, older brother and I were living happily in our four-bedroom house, and the next minute we were packing our bags. Moving trucks and random people I'd never seen before were putting our precious memories: my childhood, my stability, and everything that made our house a home, into the back of a moving truck . We were forced to leave, and even though I was confused and not really sure what was going on, all I wanted to do was stay in this house that I grew to love. Whenever I asked my mom what was going on, she always said, "We're just moving in with a friend for a while" or "Don't worry about that, everything will be fine." Even though she constantly reassured me, I saw the distraught look on her face and couldn't help but worry about our future. Say No to Plagiarism Get a tailor-made essay on “Why Violent Video Games Should Not Be Banned”? Be original. essayWe lived with our family friends for about two years, and during that time my brother, mother, and I shared a three-bedroom house with a family of four. My mother and I slept in a small room downstairs and shared a bed while my brother. I slept upstairs in an attic. Even though we shared a room, I barely saw my mother. She was constantly working two jobs just to be able to pay half the house bills while trying to save what little money she could so she could afford some. to hope to have enough money to have our own house. For what might have been considered an escape, life at school was no easier than at home. I remember how difficult it was to explain my situation to my friends, mainly because I didn't fully understand it. The other kids asked me why I was always with Logan, the girl I lived with, and why they could never come visit me. I was always sad when I told the other children that I didn't have my own house. I was bullied when I found out I was homeless and had to beg for money. It was hard for me because I had to balance a busy life at home and at school. The fact that my family was at their lowest point so far sparked something in me. It forced me to see that unfortunate situations can happen and that nothing in the world was going to be given to me. The only thing I could do was focus all my energy on perfecting every other aspect of my life that I could control. This way, I would ensure that my children would never have to endure the pain, confusion and bullying that I had to endure. At the age of 12, I taught myself how to cook and clean the house, focused more on my schoolwork, and took specialized and advanced courses so that I could prepare for university courses in high school. Even today, I continue to motivate myself by continuing my education, balancing my work and my clubs and extracurricular activities to ensure I make better financial decisions. Although it wasn't always easy, this situation made me the determined young adult I am today, always striving to do better so that I can have a stable and stress-free future...