''Clary!'', I hear my mother calling for me from the kitchen downstairs. ''Clary, come here please I have something to ask you.''

I put on my fluffy brown dressing gown and run down stairs. ''Morning mom'', I say giving her a peck on the cheek and making my way to the cereal cupboard. ''Morning Clary,'' she replies.

''Okay, I've got something to ask you and it's really big. Okay, so I've been offered a promotion as creative director,'' She pauses and I congratulate her with a hug and say, '' Oh gosh, mom, that's amazing well done.''

''Thank you Clary, but…'', I cut her off mid-sentence and continue talking. ''Oh, this is cool, now you are in charge of the entire creative side of the agency and…,'' I babble on until my mom cuts me off. ''Okay Clary, before you get too excited, there is still some stuff we need to discuss. The job is not in Ireland, it's in New York.''

She pauses, waiting for a reaction from me but I don't give her one. She sits there staring at me for a minute and then her facial expression begins changing from one of excitement to one of worry.

''Clary, I thought you…'', but before she could finish what she was saying, I jumped out of my seat and started running around the kitchen screaming my brains out, I was so excited. I suddenly stop and turn to look at my mother, who has a huge smile on her face and then I start dancing and screaming again but this time she joins me.

Once we calm down, I continue to make my cereal and my mother continues talking about what will be happening in the next few weeks. ''So, the plan is that we will be leaving for New York next week Thursday if I agree to the promotion, which I will go tell my new boss now that I have, and then we will stay in a hotel until our new house in Manhattan is being painted.''

''Wait, what house and why is it being painted?'', I ask, a bit melodramatic, if I do say so myself. My mother just smiles and answers matter-of-factually, ''Oh, well I knew you would want to move to New York because, well I'm your mother so I know you and so I designed a house for us to live in with the help of those sketches you made to show me your dream house. Since I'm amazing at my job, my work is paying for everything, so the house is exactly perfect. Oh and I asked them to paint your room white so you could design and paint it the way you want if that is okay with you.''

''Mom, you're the most amazing person in the world and I love you so much. Now, I am going to shower and pack up my room, love you again mom.'' ''Have fun Clary, see you later. I'm going to the shop to get some lunch. What would you like?'' ''Um, chicken and mayo rolls if that's okay.'' ''Cool, no problem, chicken rolls sound good. I'll be back soon, love you Clary.'' ''Love you to mom.''

I hurry up the stairs and into my bathroom to shower. Okay, so I've always wanted to live in New York, so that's a positive, and I also don't have any friends in Ireland that I actually like so there's another positive. I'm so happy for my mother and her promotion because she's been waiting so long and now she's got it so there's another positive. I can start driving in a year because in America they start driving at 16 and I'm 15 this year so that's a bonus. The only thing I'm really nervous about though is the new school. I'm not really the typical American girl, because let's be honest, I'm too short, I have big curly hair that's the colour of fire so I'm not hard to miss in a crowd, I've got porcelain pale skin and emerald-green eyes. I'm also not the best-friend-type-of-person. Seriously, I see no point in having a best friend that you tell everything to and then they go behind your back and tell someone else all your deep and dark secrets. I don't need one anyway, I have my mother; she's my go-to person I tell everything to since we have a really close relationship and she won't tell anyone and if she did I know where she lives so...

My mother is the best; she's beautiful, smart and has a strong character. I get my looks and talent from her, except she's tall, lean and has the perfect figure and I'm short and thin with no curves. We both love art and on some weekends we have an art day where we go into the back yard on a sunny day, put music on and paint together on a big canvas.

I get out of the shower and throw on some clothes, then put some music on and start to pack. A couple of hours later I come out of my room, perspiring and make my way downstairs to eat lunch. I walk into the kitchen and grab a roll and start adding some mayo, chicken and rocket.

My mother comes into the kitchen and asks me, ''so, how is the packing going? You look exhausted.'' ''It's good mom, I've just packed up my art supplies and stuff that I won't need until Thursday. After lunch can I take a nap please, I really am tired.'' ''Sure love, I will wake you up when dinner is ready later.'' ''Thanks mom, love you.'' I hug her and go sit on the couch to watch Hawaii Five-0 while I eat.

When I'm finished lunch I put my plate in the dishwasher then I walk upstairs, lie on my bed and put my headphones on. I'm listening to 'Imagine Dragon's Curse' when I finally fall asleep.

ABOUT A WEEK LATER…

I wake up to a knocking sound on my bedroom door. ''Come in!'', I say and my mother enters with a stack of pancakes. ''Morning love, I made some breakfast for you.'' ''Hey, thanks mom. So how did you sleep?'' ''Very well and yourself?'' ''Okay, thanks. Today is moving day, yay!'' I say with a smile on my face as I eat my pancakes. ''Yes it is. Are you excited or nervous?'' ''Nervously excited,'' I tell her and she laughs a little.

''Okay, you finish your food and get ready then we will leave.'' My mom tells me. ''Okay, good plan.'' I reply and she leaves my room. A few minutes later I'm ready to leave and I'm seriously excited. My mom comes from the lounge smiling and tells me, ''Hey Clare, the painting contractor for the new house just called and said they've finished the painting, so we can move in right away.'' ''That's great news, mom. Can't wait to see it''

We head to the car and just before I get into the car, I turn and glance at my old house remembering the good memories I've had there and then I descend into the car and we head the airport.

If only life was always this...