Venting

Vent here.

We've been trying to sell my house (my mom's house) for quite some time now. Probably a year or 2. My mom had this bf of hers, also, for probably about 2 years. I mean, he was ok. He never gave me a reason to hate him, but he never gave me a reason to like him either. He was good to my mom, so i guess thats all that mattered. He ended up moving into this creepy termite damaged, japanese-lady-bug infested, antebellum house with nasty tap water. My mom said that we'd probably be spending most of our time over there, especially after school was out. Well, just to get away from it all, I decided to go live with my dad a couple states away for the summer. I missed them a whole bunch anyway and i'd always wanted to give living with them a shot. So i went there. Towards the end of the summer, my mom calls me and tells me she sold the house and has to be out of there by July 8th. Im comming back July 12th. So, just by a hair, I'll never get to see my house again. I'll never get to see my room that me and my grandma had so much fun painting again. Ever. I was upset about that for a while. But hey, at least we sold it, right?? I mean, why be so upset about something thats supposed to be good? Yesterday, my mom called me and told me that, 3 days ago, my cat ran out of the house and she hasn't seen her since. That's totally unlike my cat. She's normally back the next day whenever she gets out. But not this time. I'm hoping that my cat is just mad cause everything's moving around. At first i was all sad about everthing. Now im just pissed. Idk why, i mean, its not like anyone can help it. I just am.