Moving for my dad's job hurt me, but it also changed a lot of things for me. For me, going from sunny California to bipolar South Dakota was huge. From what I thought was cold weather in Cali to getting here in December is definitely something I won’t ever forget. California's winter temperatures are like South Dakota's fall temperatures. Now when I go back home, and people are complaining about 40 degree weather, I just tell them that it's nothing compared to here. The switch changed a lot of things about me. From the warm sunny weather of California to the cold, frigid weather of South Dakota. The Los Angeles warm weather was something that I was used to. The warmth comforts me because it is something that I’m used to, and its familiar.
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We would always talk and hangout, and we’d do everything together, but since I moved, we don't talk. I've messaged her and texted her, but she doesn't reply, so I gave up trying to talk to her. Bradley was someone that I knew for a long time, and we were inseparable. In seventh grade we started to date, and we were nine months strong, but once I moved he couldn’t take the distance. So we broke up and it hurt as bad as a bullet to the heart. We still talk all the time, and we tell each other everything. We are even stronger now, and all the time that led up to the beginning of the summer was all worth it because when I finally saw him again, it was amazing. When I saw him again, it was like heaven to me. I missed him so much, his voice sounded like angels, his scent, his laugh, and just how he always made me happy. It was like the sun coming out after a long rain. I was friends with a lot of people, but once I moved I realized they weren't my friends, they just pretended to be. I’d rather have a real friend rather than ten fake friends. Moving taught me a lot of things about people that I once thought I knew. One thing it taught me was that only a few people are worth my time. Everyone that I used to talk to obviously didn't truly care about me, but that only helped me realize that it's quality over quantity. Also, true friends are there for you no matter what, and that they
We would always talk and hangout, and we’d do everything together, but since I moved, we don't talk. I've messaged her and texted her, but she doesn't reply, so I gave up trying to talk to her. Bradley was someone that I knew for a long time, and we were inseparable. In seventh grade we started to date, and we were nine months strong, but once I moved he couldn’t take the distance. So we broke up and it hurt as bad as a bullet to the heart. We still talk all the time, and we tell each other everything. We are even stronger now, and all the time that led up to the beginning of the summer was all worth it because when I finally saw him again, it was amazing. When I saw him again, it was like heaven to me. I missed him so much, his voice sounded like angels, his scent, his laugh, and just how he always made me happy. It was like the sun coming out after a long rain. I was friends with a lot of people, but once I moved I realized they weren't my friends, they just pretended to be. I’d rather have a real friend rather than ten fake friends. Moving taught me a lot of things about people that I once thought I knew. One thing it taught me was that only a few people are worth my time. Everyone that I used to talk to obviously didn't truly care about me, but that only helped me realize that it's quality over quantity. Also, true friends are there for you no matter what, and that they