Importance Of Change In My Life

In 5th grade when I was 10, I had thought that I could be my own person and stay shy for my whole life. I would always stay inside and not reach out to new people, and would keep to myself and friends. I had never liked change, because it took getting used to, and great amounts of time. If I thought about change in my life, it would spook me. This was until my mom broke the news to me that would change me for the better. My best friend, who had been forever, was moving away to Omaha, Nebraska because his dad got a job offer there. It was a normal day, I had school, came home and had a snack, did what I do every day, when my mom hollers down from upstairs to me, “Come upstairs, I have something to tell you!” I quickly finished my snack and …show more content…
Until then, I’d had a perfect life, nothing wrong really ever happening to me, so it felt like my heart being ripped to shreds when I found out my best friend was actually going away forever. My mom tried to comfort me by telling me that he could visit sometimes or I could visit him, but it wouldn’t ever be the same as seeing him every day in school or outside. I was so dismal, that I began to feel tired, and fell asleep on my mom’s bed. When I woke up, I could remember everything and felt just as mournful and somber as I had earlier. I could smell my mom trying to cheer me up by making cookies downstairs, but we both knew that nothing could make up for the loss of my best friend. I thought about my friend, Aiden, and ended up feeling worse than I was before. I thought of how he must feel, moving away to a new place, new school, new people, none of which he recognized. Then I thought of myself, mourning and crying and being so selfish that I couldn’t even think about how much worse Aiden has it. I still knew everyone at school, still knew where I lived, still knew my school, and only one thing was changing for me, my best friend was moving. I still had to make more new friends, but he had to make way more friends than me, since he doesn’t know anyone in Omaha. I wondered how he was taking the news over at his house, and figured it must be awful for him and his siblings. With thoughts of how much worse …show more content…
I wasn’t sure how he would be when he got here, tearful and pessimistic, or fake optimism trying to hide the pain he was really in. I would talk to him when he got here and tell him that I already knew about him having to move away. It took him a while, but he arrived, and I could easily tell that he was in extreme sadness and pain, he had bags under his eyes and his eyes were red from rubbing and crying. I felt terrible, he must have not had any sleep thinking of the inconvenience that he would have to undertake