I was still at a young age, but I knew what was going on. The bulky men were coming into our house and taking large brown boxes and loading them into the large truck. Once again we were moving.
From the many times I had moved from city to city it made me realize that I had to make the best of what I had. It was always hard to leave the friends that I would’ve known for a long time, but regardless I would still have to tell them that I would be moving in a few weeks.
It was finally the moving day. Once again the two large men walked into our home and left with many bulky brown boxes. All I could do is just sit there, and wonder if would like the new school, or the people that go there. All I could do is wonder.
I knew that all this was going to be over after a couple days, and after we get settled into our new home. But regardless I still didn’t want to leave. It was sorrow. That is what I was feeling at the time, the sorrow of knowing that I would have to leave the friends that I grew up with. My parents didn’t know what I was really feeling, because I was keeping it all bottled inside.
We pulled up in the driveway. I was pretty excited, I thought I would make the best of things and be optimistic about everything. So I began to go into the house and I brought all of my things in.
School was about to start in a few days. I was still a little skeptical about how much I would like the school and how much I would like the kids that go there.
The first day of school, it was n’t as bad as I expected it to be. I made some new friends, and the teachers were nicer than I thought they would be too. But there was a bad part, the homework. We had so much homework, and I was still confused on why we got so much on the first day.
I came home, and my parents asked me how my day was. With all the bad expectations I had they really didn’t expect me to say that it wasn’t that bad at all.
I always think its horrible when I move, but in the end it always turns out to be better than it was before. That is why I always believe that the best lesson is to make the best of what you have in life.
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