The coloured and grey.

A destination is coloured as the opposite fades in to black and grey.

I am unsure of what direction to take, however, my instinct tells me we are better off going the practical way. Nevertheless, it is heart breaking leaving a place you have grown accustomed to and learn to love.

I will be leaving a place with a great opportunity at my work. I will be leaving a place where I have finally set my sights on college. I will be leaving a place where I have met wonderful, and not so wonderful people. I will be leaving a place of serenity and the sound waves. I love this chapter of my life; although, I had my moments of loneliness, doubt, and guilt.

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Sean's father has come from Bolivia seven months ago to work on a landscape project. The total of years he has been gone is more than half the age of Sean. The last time Sean has seen his father (along with Peter and Robert) is when he left the three of them at the border of Mexico. Years have been full of hate towards his father.

In December, we are visiting Bolivia for a month. We are excited to leave the U.S. for a while.

His father left two days ago, returning to Bolivia to his wife and two children. His time here, although spent the remaining week with two of his sons, have cleared the anguish and treated us with laughter. I stayed out of their way as they spent time together for the first few days.

Within the week and a day or two before his departure, we were told to find a new place. Apparently, we are giving trouble to our property owner, Rosalie. We do not bother her, and we do give our rent on time.
Since, we have been looking for a new place. Sean's father offered a place for us in Bolivia and a business he is opening. I gave a nights thought and realized I could not bear to live in a country with a different tongue (I am uninterested in the language, especially- I am horrible at it and I have been trying to learn it for years.) and work will be limited. After I thought how selfish I was being towards Sean. I thought he could have a better life there. He would not have to worry as much as he is now. We talked about it, quietly, the next morning. He confessed he does not want to live there and he does not want to be away from me, again (I mentioned it will be best if he lived in Bolivia and I, Vegas with my parents. It hurt him to hear as it hurt me to say.).

Together, we looked for apartments and homes. The prices are very unpractical. His brother, Pete, said his girlfriend's parents own a property in Hermosa Beach and we have to pay $450 each. That is cheap and the area is wonderful. It is less than a mile from the beach and I would go there everyday if I wanted. However, the next day he called and told Sean it has already been taken. So much of hope.

The next place is Culver City or some place, horrible place- worse than here. I do not want to step out of the car or home if we lived there. What more- I walk!

This has made Sean and I worry much more than we have. Other places we have checked are outrageous. Then, we looked in to places near to our work. It is still the same.

Finally, we looked at Vegas apartments. We can have a three-bedroom apartment for what we pay here. In addition, it is in a nice area.
We don't want to live with my parents. They seem to have too much trouble.


We are better off there, if there is no place for us here.