Permanent Vacation
When I was fifteen years old, my dad called a “family meeting.” What I thought was minor turned into a major change in life. What my dad told my family that night was that we could be leaving. This type of leaving was something that I wasn’t used to. He didn’t mean leaving for dinner, or leaving for vacation, He meant leaving for good. Leaving my friends and family, to live in Dallas, Texas. The move from Shreveport, Louisiana to Dallas, Texas might not seem like a big deal. But for me, it changed my life forever.
In the summer of 2014, my family and I packed our bags and sold our house. Before I could even blink, I was riding down the road in a U-Haul, carrying my entire life in the back of the truck. I’ll never forget when I first got to Texas. Not because it was so great or because “Everything is bigger in Texas.” But because we were living in a hotel, the Great Value Hotel. That was my first impression of Texas. Shortly after that we moved to an apartment complex in Roanoke, Texas. In this apartment I had the joy of sharing a room and a bed with my twelve-year-old sister. I guess you could say that my first …show more content…
I went to a school about 13 miles down the road from Byron Nelson. I immediately made friends. In less than a year I was on homecoming court, team captain of the basketball team, and Prom King. Three months before that time, I was eating lunch in a bathroom stall, and now I’m Prom King? This doesn’t make sense. It all started with me sharing my story that one night. And now, my story has been heard and read over four-thousand times in over twenty-five different countries. I’ve been able to speak and share my story in Texas, Louisiana, and even Costa Rica. People all over the world are sitting alone at lunch tables alone, feeling hopeless. And for some odd reason, my story is being used to uplift them in a difficult time. Contrary to prior belief, it turns out I’m not alone after
When I was fifteen years old, my dad called a “family meeting.” What I thought was minor turned into a major change in life. What my dad told my family that night was that we could be leaving. This type of leaving was something that I wasn’t used to. He didn’t mean leaving for dinner, or leaving for vacation, He meant leaving for good. Leaving my friends and family, to live in Dallas, Texas. The move from Shreveport, Louisiana to Dallas, Texas might not seem like a big deal. But for me, it changed my life forever.
In the summer of 2014, my family and I packed our bags and sold our house. Before I could even blink, I was riding down the road in a U-Haul, carrying my entire life in the back of the truck. I’ll never forget when I first got to Texas. Not because it was so great or because “Everything is bigger in Texas.” But because we were living in a hotel, the Great Value Hotel. That was my first impression of Texas. Shortly after that we moved to an apartment complex in Roanoke, Texas. In this apartment I had the joy of sharing a room and a bed with my twelve-year-old sister. I guess you could say that my first …show more content…
I went to a school about 13 miles down the road from Byron Nelson. I immediately made friends. In less than a year I was on homecoming court, team captain of the basketball team, and Prom King. Three months before that time, I was eating lunch in a bathroom stall, and now I’m Prom King? This doesn’t make sense. It all started with me sharing my story that one night. And now, my story has been heard and read over four-thousand times in over twenty-five different countries. I’ve been able to speak and share my story in Texas, Louisiana, and even Costa Rica. People all over the world are sitting alone at lunch tables alone, feeling hopeless. And for some odd reason, my story is being used to uplift them in a difficult time. Contrary to prior belief, it turns out I’m not alone after