<font color="purple">Gee, I don't know how to make you feel less guilty, but I remember when I was 5-6, I was "uprooted" so to speak about 4 times in the span of 2 years. From my expirience it was actualy...pretty easy. Maybe i was just the kind of child who bounced back from theese things easily...or maybe most kids are like that anyways? In those days I always shared a room with an older sibling, and didn't mind that much either...in once case, I just basicly lived in the living room because it was a 1-bedroom apartment, WITH a roomate on top of my brother and mother, and a few cats. Once again...I never really minded it ...maybe becuse our family ties were just really strong that the feelings of love that I have had between my mother and I had over-riden that?

The only problem with sharing a room i think will come a little later in life. That's what happened to my older brother and I...we shared a room until highschool! This is because as kids grow up and try to figure out who they are, they need their own "space". When the time comes that they are growing up and are too close to eachother (which with my brother and I was pretty much non-stop fighting) you could always improvise when possible and turn one room into another bedroom. </font>