Everybody at least once in their life has asked themselves what if questions. Whether it is from what if I did or did not do this? Or what if this did or did not happen? We question our decisions and the events that happen to whether we like it or not. Well if you have not, I have. But my best friend once told me “that things happen for a reason”. Once she told me that it stuck to me. Ever since every time I question myself in what my action was, I just remember the quote my best friend told me “everything happens for a reason”, like me moving from New York to Florida and Florida to Texas.
For me New York was my one place of comfort. I could not imagine myself living anywhere else. I had everything I needed my immediate and extended family, friends that I could count on, and the life that I created for myself. Then, came the day I never would have saw coming my mother told me “We are moving to Florida”. That very moment it seemed like everything stopped and I did not know what to say. All of sudden I felt a rush of angry and confusion but that soon turned into realization and tears rushing down my face. Before I knew the reason I was moving, I was packing up my stuff, telling my friends the bad news and still trying to persuade my mom to let us. But that did not last long the next thing I knew I was on a plane to Florida. While I was on the plane I looked out the window wondering to myself why this had to happen.
Once in Florida I was grew accustomed to the new life I was living. It was so much more different than my life in New York. I went to a new school, made new friends, and luckily for me I got to stay with family. In my mind I was still wondering why I had to move?, I love my life in New York. Even though I had everything I had just like New York it just did not seem right. As time progressed I liked my life here but I did not love it. It does not come close to the life I had. Two years past everything was going normal as it always did but my mom came up to once again and told me “We are moving to Texas”. I could not believe it I was telling myself “We are moving again?”, “Why? We just moved here”. But once again I had no control I did the same thing I did when I left New York, I told my friends I was leaving and packed up things. I did not see any use to persuade her because it seemed like she was already set on it and there is no going back on it.
The day I dreaded was finally here, the day I was to get on the plane to Texas. Once I arrived in Texas I did not like it one bit and I was thinking to myself “What kind of life would I have here?”. I knew my uncle from New York who just moved to Texas too would be picking us up and that I was staying with them for a while. When he arrived with my cousins I had a sense of comfort that I had only in New York. I guessed that happened because my cousins were there, it is like having a little piece of New York here in Texas with me. For the next three years or so I would have everything that I had in New York. I would have friends that I could count, family to be around, and a life that I have created for myself. The life I had was close to perfect and sometimes too good to be true.
When I went to school I made friends and I had a best friend that I could tell everything to. As all best friends they do they tell each other everything about themselves. So I told about how I moved two times and how I always wonder why did this happen and more importantly what if did not have to move and wondering how my life would turn out. She told me “that things happened for a reason” and I thought to myself maybe moving to Texas was not as bad as I thought. I thought to myself maybe I had to move so I could have a better life than I thought I knew was possible. My life here in Texas is now perfect but of course there a few imperfections but overall perfect. All I had to was give another state a chance for me to make a better life for me that I never thought was possible. I guess my best friend was right I started to believe that things do happen for reason you just have to realize it yourself.
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