Dear Diary,
Some people are getting suspicious of Mr. Petersburg. I don't know what tipped them off though. Maybe it was all the food he bought. That must be it because we have been laying lower than low. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. My dad and Mr. Petersburg think that we should close the distance between us and Canada ASAP. When they said ASAP, I was expecting next week at the earliest. But no, we are leaving tomorrow night. The universe loves toy with me.
It's not like we have a lot of stuff to pack and I would never really think of this pace as my home. But, I had grown accustom to the homey basement. I didn't think we would have to leave so soon. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm stupid enough to think that we could stay here until the government straightened themselves out. Still, that didn't mean I wasn't going to miss the place.
So, I asked my dad where we were going next. He said an abandoned shed on the property of an old friend. It's actually located in his cow pastor. I don't really know the condition this shed is in, but from what my dad said, it's like a barn. Basically four walls and a roof. Very spacious, but no separation of any kind. In short' the shed is one giant room with a few leaks here and there. Lovely right? Of course, I'm in no position to complain. Both my parents are alive and well. My sister is 100% recovered. We are all together. What more could a person of color ask for at a time like this?
I've got to go. My mom is currently haranguing me to start packing. Until next time.
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