Never ever let anyone at all tell you that you're not as good as them, or as someone else just because of where you live or where you come from. From being a baby, til this present day, I've moved over 10 times, in the 14 years I've been on this planet. One of the most commonly remembered places I lived, was the trailor. Out of every mobile home, apartment, basement, or friend of the family I had lived with, me and my mom were in the trailor for 6 years. 3 of those years were spent with my moms ex boyfriend living with us also, thats what made it possible for us to move in there to begin with. May not seem like a long time, but for someone who had moved almost 8 times at 7 years old.. 6 years is a long time to be living somewhere. Being that young still, not knowing the difference, and never staying in one residence long enough to know how to get attached, its really a pain in the ass by the time you're 13, and have lived in the same place for almost 6 years. You've just learned how to get attatched to a location, to the neighborhood, to all the people around you and all the years spent there, when suddenly money becomes an issue for the parent, and the chance of a not re-newed lease, leaves the chance of being stuck with a mobile home, and no where to put it.
It was hard moving from the trailor, but also one of the best learning experiences. I was so used to change, and then I was somewhere where change didn't occur too often, then all of a sudden a huge change came along again, and it totally startled me. I didn't know what to expect. We had to live with my grandparents for half a year, until finally we got into some new town houses just a block or so up from my grandparents place. When living with my grandparents, we only gave a couple hundred dollars a month, and our new place wouldn't be too much more. It was subsidised, meaning my mom only had to pay a certain amount of her pay check,