There. Prepare for the worst.
I recently moved with my family from Auburn, Maine to Waynesville, GA. I had lived my whole life up north, hardly ever leaving the state in all the fifteen or so years I made my life there. All my friends, the bridges built and burnt, and everything I ever really knew can now only be described as a fond memory. For all of you reading this (if anyone) I did not make this blog to whine about how much it sucks to move away from your hometown. I created this blog to serve as a diary of sorts. So, if you don't want to listen, don't read on.
Maine was beautiful. It wasn't densely populated on any scale, which I liked. If you wanted to walk somewhere, you didn't have to worry about being surrounded by people. There were places to go where you could be alone in peace. Rivers, beaches, forests, mountains, etc. Everything about it was perfect for me. I loved my home and (almost) everyone in it. I had many friends who loved me and supported me, and I did the same for them.
When I was told we were going to move to Georgia, it was the beginning of my freshman year at Edward Little High School. For me, it was the beginning of life in Hell. Not because of the work, but because I knew what the other kids thought of me. They had known me my whole life, but all they knew me for were my faults. I had my friends, though. They've helped me through so much these past nine years. If any of you are reading this, thank you for allowing me to live freely and be myself. It means more than you could ever imagine.
All of my friends seemed to take the move pretty hard. It didn't really hit me until the day we left. One of my best friends had slept over that night, so her parents had to say goodbye as well. We stood and held each other for a while. Then, I stood and watched as she drove away. That was the moment I discovered how it felt to be completely alone. Without the strength to hold it in any longer, the tears poured from me like water from a bottomless pitcher. It seemed to go on forever, even when it stopped. When I had myself under control, I climbed into the moving truck with my uncle, who had come up from Georgia to help us with the move. My parents took our dog, cat, and two birds with them in the car. As we pulled away from the curb, I felt like I was pulling away from myself, starting all over again with a new life. It was time to be finished with the childish idea of forever. There is no forever, because life is filled with new beginnings.
All of my friends seemed to take the move pretty hard. It didn't really hit me until the day we left. One of my best friends had slept over that night, so her parents had to say goodbye as well. We stood and held each other for a while. Then, I stood and watched as she drove away. That was the moment I discovered how it felt to be completely alone. Without the strength to hold it in any longer, the tears poured from me like water from a bottomless pitcher. It seemed to go on forever, even when it stopped. When I had myself under control, I climbed into the moving truck with my uncle, who had come up from Georgia to help us with the move. My parents took our dog, cat, and two birds with them in the car. As we pulled away from the curb, I felt like I was pulling away from myself, starting all over again with a new life. It was time to be finished with the childish idea of forever. There is no forever, because life is filled with new beginnings.
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