Here I am once again, I have this sick feeling in my stomach. I have a feeling its gonna be around for awhile this time.My parents brought me to breakfast to drop a bomb like this on me. I’m moving. This time it’s less than 4 months away. My parents are just acting like its not big deal that its happening. Normally i would be used to this, expecting it even. But i have been here for 6 years.Its longer than i have been anywhere, Leaving just seems so foreign. I feel excited yet I feel nervous. I just started to get really comfortable. What am I suppose to do now? Start all over? That makes my stomach churn. My thoughts bunch in my head and I cant decide wether i wanna jump up and down or throw up. Thinking about it more makes me realize I wanna throw up!
Telling my best friend was the hardest thing i have done in awhile. I cried & she cried . I am usually insensitive to these things. But with taylor it seems like the typical sad ending to a movie we both knew needed an ending. My best friend, of 6 years is about to be 4,644 miles away from each other. Without her I am gonna be so lost. She is irreplaceable, my other half. I can’t just move on. As all these thoughts run through my head I realize this isn't gonna be easy. I have others so close to me that I will miss dearly.
Its later that night and get this funny feeling. My nose starts tickling & my eyes start watering. I started balling my eyes out.I am loosing my breathe. I call for my dad. Embracing in the tightest hug. I bury my face in his chest hoping to achieve comfort. Attempting to calm me down but for some reason all I can do is cry more. My dad makes me laugh in attempt to stop the crying. It doesn't work. Out of weary he calls for my mom. I am in a full fled panic attack. My heart is racing, My body begins to tremble and I am gasping for air. I am finally able to catch my breathe and stop the horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I slowly begin to realize all the possibilities here. I’m getting a new house, new teachers & a new beginning. It cant be that bad? Right? I have FaceTime and social media to stay connected. I have summers and breaks to mac flight. There are to many great things that will be opportune to change about myself and appearance. Nobody knows my back story, the mistakes I've made. I have a fresh beginning waiting for me.
Although I used to be accustomed to this, it seems like a new ordeal. I am gaining yet another experience. This is when I realize I have experienced more than most teenagers. Being a part of this environment with all the hellos & goodbyes is not ideal. Being in a military family has impacted every aspect of my life. I have never known life outside of a military environment. All of these things remind me that I am coming of age.
Needs much improvement but I am experiencing writers block.
LATE AS(1) GREAT OPENING, TRY TO INCLUDE MORE REFLECTION OF WHY THIS MOVE WAS SUCH A BIG DEAL AND THEN YOU NEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW THIS EVEN MADE YOU "COME OF AGE." THERE IS NOT DISCUSSION OF YOU CHANGING AND FOR WHAT REASON.
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