New Beginnings

Good god is this hard to navigate! i spent five mintues trying to get here!! while i am, what better way is it then to yap about me moving?

I never realized how much I've moved over the course of my childhood and teenage years compared to my peers. Born and raised mostly in Boynton Beach, Florida, I moved to Lake Worth for kindergarten, then so on and so forth across southwest Florida. Ranging from Fort Pierce to Delray Beach. Hell, even my school transcript doesn't have the correct fourth-grade school year. Moving a total of eight times, it sets me at an odd record above everyone I know, who has usually moved around 3 to 5 times. Five is a huge number in itself.

So when I talk about moving, I know what I'm saying. The experience of moving is bittersweet. this sort of apricity that covers you after waking up in a new house with boxes and a fresh memory of where you used to be. I’ve personally never had an issue with moving schools. I always found this sort of fondness for finding new friends, seeing new faces, and different experiences worth sharing was worthwhile. Till it wasn't.

High school struck, and so did this monachopsis, feeling awake. Everyone knew everyone. I had a little group, but it didn't last long. It was as if I were moving as some sort of phantom, a physical manifestation of loneliness. Sure, I only have half a year till I leave for the better, but once you're in the present, it's hard to gaze into the future. I rather take this time to remember and cherish the current friends I have and prepare for more to come.