List write up. Very Long.

If your reading this, you might want to settle yourself wherever, because this may take a while.
So starting off where i have lived. From birth till now, i have lived in 13 different houses, 7 different cities. Moving comes pretty natural to me now. Lets hope it doesnt carry on after im married. The first house i lived in i cant remember at all. I was 3 or 4 when we moved, but its still very special to me. Why? Because unlike being born in a hospital, my mother decided to have a home birth, and that is the house i was delivered in along with 2 of my other sisters.The second house i cant remember, we lived there for the shortest time. I dont even know if i remember the name The third house i lived in was an hour drive from the last. Which i only lived in fro 2 or 3 years. This house was also important to me because i started school in that house. Moving on to the third. During the building of our 5th house, we moved in with my sister Amy and her family. We lived with them for a year or so. The 5th house held many memories, we lived in that house the longest. A total of 4 years. Even though there were as many good memories than bad, this house was still my favorite, and not only mine, but all of my sisters too(which there are 6 of us total, same parents and everything, no boys). My parents thought it would be a good idea to move yet again. Before we found the 6th house, we lived with my sister Melissa, making it the 6th. The 7th house is one of my least favorites. I guess most of the memories in that house were bad. We moved there when my sister Amy moved out and decided to go to colorado with her family because of some family problems.. Anyways, next thing i know, were moving to colorado too. Which brings us to house #8. House 8 was alright, which im not sure if you would consider it a house at all. We lived with Amy again, just this time in her basement in Colorado, with boxes for walls, which remained unpacked for the 11 months we lived there. Moving on to house 9, living with my sister Emily back in the town we moved to colorado from. I cant rememver how long we lived here, but you can see a pattern huh? The next time, i moved alone. I lived with my sister Melissa again, different house though. My parents sent me to a different school, but that subject is later(hosue 10). Moving cities again, house 11 was the smallest house weve ever lived in and i have to say i wasnt a fan. Hot during the summer, freezing in winter. We didnt live there long, a year maybe. On to house 12. House 12 was a fun house. It was old and had so many problems and i hated living there, but thinking back i really liked it. This house was important to me. I got my first dog in this house. Last but not least. House # 13. The house we are living in is yes, the 13th house i have lived in and is definately the biggest. Although this is a funny story since my parents have just put the house up for sale. We have only lived there for a year and half. Now, were about to move to another house while my dad builds our new one. So by the end of next year, the number should be at 15. And if your wanting the cities and states i will list them in order. Gilmer, TX, New Diana, TX, White Oak, TX, Kilgore, TX, White Oak, TX, Gladewater, TX, White Oak, TX, Colorado Springs, CO, White Oak, TX, Troup, TX, Troup, TX, Troup, TX, Troup, TX, and the next two will most likely be in Troup, TX too. Told you it would be long. The relationship with each house almost became different as i got older. After a while i didnt really care where we lived. I became used to the moving. I didnt get as attached to houses as i did when i was younger. I remember crying when we had to move, and sense i was 13 i havent cared much anymore. And from living in each of these places, good and bad, its shown me to be happy with what i have, wherever i live, whatever i do, just try to make the best out of it. Honestly i dont remember anything said to me.. If i had to guess it would be the repeating statement of, "Were going to live in this house for a long time... this is the last one i promise" Things of that sort im sure.
Next subject, schools.
In kindergarden and half of 1st grade i went to ETCS (East Texas Christian School), my dad was a preacher for 13 years of my life. The rest of first grade till 7th grade, i went to White Oak elementary and middle school. When we moved to colorado my mom decided to homeschool me my eigth grade year. From 9th till i graduated, i went to Troup High School. I can honestly say i have hated every school i have ever been to. Although now that im at Sam Houston, im pretty happy. Even though at Troup, the students there made me hate it so much, i did have one teacher that completely changed my mind and made me love it. Mrs. Starkey. She was my art teacher every year of high school. Every year i had her 7th period every day. I still go see her sometimes. She wasnt just wonderful because of how much she encouraged me to go for what i love, but she was almost like a second mother. She was always there when i needed her. In the two previous schools i guess you could say i fit in pretty well, but not in Troup. I felt completely alone at this school I had a boyfriend of 3 years who i hid behind and never made any friends. In fact i came out of high school with 0 friends. And i could honestly say it has scarred me a little. The girls at the school were very mean, and the boys, well they were boys of course.. All in all, i did not belong there, or anywhere to say the least.