I believe in many things, but one of my highest beliefs is in the value of change. I believe that we cannot grow, we cannot learn, and we cannot become who we are meant to be without change.
Melina
I use to believe the extreme opposite of this. Change was something I feared, something I loathed, and something I was never willing to accept. Just a year ago, I lived in my hometown of Norfolk, Virginia. I went to a high school that I loved that was walking distance from my home. I thought Norfolk was great. It was all I had ever known. The seasons, the weather, the smell of fall and winter that rolled around every year, it was my home. I was popular in school, always surrounded by my group. “Queen Bee” they use to call me. My grades were good, I had a social life, a boyfriend, and everything a 15 year old …show more content…
As time progressed and the house was put on the market, my mother’s and my relationship worsened. Her happiness was my pain, and my fear of leaving home, my fear of being different, and above all, my fear of change grew. The cruelty I unknowingly inflicted on my mother was breaking her heart, “Ecuador will never be my home,” I said to her one night with sold eyes. That stuck with her for the many months to come. My refusal to attend a real school in Ecuador is what lead me to online schooling when I was to arrive, convinced that I did not speak enough Spanish. I vowed I would never accept this place my mother loved as home, and I would only have to endure it until I was 18, then I could run away back to my cocoon of safety where I had always been so comfortable. The house was sold, the container was filled with our house hold belongings, and I was off to Arkansas to see my father, baby brother, and stepmother for the summer while my mother and stepfather made the journey to Ecuador to begin their
Melina
I use to believe the extreme opposite of this. Change was something I feared, something I loathed, and something I was never willing to accept. Just a year ago, I lived in my hometown of Norfolk, Virginia. I went to a high school that I loved that was walking distance from my home. I thought Norfolk was great. It was all I had ever known. The seasons, the weather, the smell of fall and winter that rolled around every year, it was my home. I was popular in school, always surrounded by my group. “Queen Bee” they use to call me. My grades were good, I had a social life, a boyfriend, and everything a 15 year old …show more content…
As time progressed and the house was put on the market, my mother’s and my relationship worsened. Her happiness was my pain, and my fear of leaving home, my fear of being different, and above all, my fear of change grew. The cruelty I unknowingly inflicted on my mother was breaking her heart, “Ecuador will never be my home,” I said to her one night with sold eyes. That stuck with her for the many months to come. My refusal to attend a real school in Ecuador is what lead me to online schooling when I was to arrive, convinced that I did not speak enough Spanish. I vowed I would never accept this place my mother loved as home, and I would only have to endure it until I was 18, then I could run away back to my cocoon of safety where I had always been so comfortable. The house was sold, the container was filled with our house hold belongings, and I was off to Arkansas to see my father, baby brother, and stepmother for the summer while my mother and stepfather made the journey to Ecuador to begin their