“We’re moving.”
How many times had I heard this already? I vividly recollect the times my parents had informed me we were going to move. It seemed like we had just finished unpacking the boxes that were covering the house. I lived in Florida at the time, where the weather could not become any better. There was always a comfortable wind blowing, always a radiant sun in the sky. There were beaches an hour away, huge lakes, and alluring rivers with crystal clear water all around. I tried to imagine Ohio.
What was there to do there? How would I be able to make new friends? Starting over in a new place was far from quintessential. When we moved to Florida about 3 years before, I was scared to death by the move, I had only known the little country
How many times had I heard this already? I vividly recollect the times my parents had informed me we were going to move. It seemed like we had just finished unpacking the boxes that were covering the house. I lived in Florida at the time, where the weather could not become any better. There was always a comfortable wind blowing, always a radiant sun in the sky. There were beaches an hour away, huge lakes, and alluring rivers with crystal clear water all around. I tried to imagine Ohio.
What was there to do there? How would I be able to make new friends? Starting over in a new place was far from quintessential. When we moved to Florida about 3 years before, I was scared to death by the move, I had only known the little country