On my sixteenth birthday, I realized how fleeting all of the things I thought were permanent could be. I had no doubt in my mind that I was going to be living in Valdosta, Georgia up until college, which was neither good nor bad. I didn’t want to stay in Valdosta until leaving became a real possibility.
Early in the first semester of my sophomore year of high school my mom broke the news to me. My mom came and sat on my bed with me after I got home from school. I remember how surprised I was to hear the words come out of her mouth. “Your father and I are sorry for not asking you beforehand but I just didn’t think I would get in,” my mother said. I sat in a silence, nodding her to go on. “I got into the Air Force! I am scheduled to go to training in May. I know it’s nearly a year …show more content…
On the 10 minute stretch from the City of Mountain Home to Mountain Home Air Force base I cried quietly in the back of the SUV. The trip approximately 3,000 miles across the states to a total alien place became too overwhelming to hold in the tears any longer. I wanted my old life back.
I soon realized how much I had lost when I moved so far from my hometown of Valdosta. I lost a physical connection with all of my best friends. Today, I have only one best friend from
Valdosta. My family bought our home in Valdosta; I thought we would live in it forever. I missed the comfort of our large, white, southern style house with my bright blue painted room. I missed the homey feeling of 30 acres to explore freely and the man cave, where my dad would watch Sunday football. I lost my close-knit, extended family members who would go to the 9 o'clock Sunday mass with my family and me. I lost my huge class of 2017 at Lowndes High School and the many different colleges in the City of Valdosta. Most of all, I lost my future I had always anticipated in Valdosta. The gratifying thing is that I soon realized I was destined to be in this quirky, small
Early in the first semester of my sophomore year of high school my mom broke the news to me. My mom came and sat on my bed with me after I got home from school. I remember how surprised I was to hear the words come out of her mouth. “Your father and I are sorry for not asking you beforehand but I just didn’t think I would get in,” my mother said. I sat in a silence, nodding her to go on. “I got into the Air Force! I am scheduled to go to training in May. I know it’s nearly a year …show more content…
On the 10 minute stretch from the City of Mountain Home to Mountain Home Air Force base I cried quietly in the back of the SUV. The trip approximately 3,000 miles across the states to a total alien place became too overwhelming to hold in the tears any longer. I wanted my old life back.
I soon realized how much I had lost when I moved so far from my hometown of Valdosta. I lost a physical connection with all of my best friends. Today, I have only one best friend from
Valdosta. My family bought our home in Valdosta; I thought we would live in it forever. I missed the comfort of our large, white, southern style house with my bright blue painted room. I missed the homey feeling of 30 acres to explore freely and the man cave, where my dad would watch Sunday football. I lost my close-knit, extended family members who would go to the 9 o'clock Sunday mass with my family and me. I lost my huge class of 2017 at Lowndes High School and the many different colleges in the City of Valdosta. Most of all, I lost my future I had always anticipated in Valdosta. The gratifying thing is that I soon realized I was destined to be in this quirky, small