My Move

One Thousand Twenty-Nine Miles “Moving is easy, but what you leave behind is what makes it hard,” by My Dear Valentine. Moving across the country from home and everything I knew was a huge learning experience in my life. I fell in love, realized my values in life, and excitedly went to a great college and a new home. I learned how to adapt very quickly and how exciting life can be if you do what makes you happy even when the outcome is impossible to know Life is an adventure and you should never have to ask yourself “What if?” I would like to think I was not a sheltered child, but unfortunately I was. I lived with my grandmother and her boyfriend my last year of high school because my mom was a state away, making life better for us by earning …show more content…
It was a warm summer day that, right at the beginning of June. I had graduated exactly a week before that day and here I was, getting dropped off to my future; luckily, Alexus was there for me. My entire family took us to the airport, leaving the house at two that morning. I enjoyed the car ride and the sleepy laughs between my family and I. It was a short two-hour drive; we were there in no time. I got out of my mom’s van and unloaded Alexus things, and mine leaning them up against the car. It was extremely humid that day, there was absolutely no breeze; thankfully you couldn 't tell the condensation on my forehead was from fear. I had so many emptions going through me at once, but the only thing I was concentrated on was trying super hard not to cry in front of my three younger brothers. They have always looked up to me and I wanted to show them they could go anywhere and do anything just like me, because I made it, and they could too. I sucked in a sharp breath and hugged my mom, she was already crying. I felt horrible for leaving her, I’m her oldest, and her only daughter, and I was about to move half way across the country. She kept telling me how proud she was of me and how she knew I could do this, but I could tell on her face how sad she was. The first and second oldest of my brothers hugged me quickly, but my littlest brother was a different story. He hugged me tight gripping my thin gray t-shirt. I could feel his warm tears soaking the front of it as I swallowed down my cries. He pulled away and looked me straight in the eyes and said, “So I guess this is goodbye.” I quickly composed myself and explained to him this is defiantly not a goodbye, and I would be back to see him as soon as I could. I assured him I could never forget about him or the rest of my family as they have done so much for me throughout my