Sunday, August 21, 2011

Moving Day...

(YOU DONT HAVE TO READ THIS... IT'S MAINLY FOR MY OWN PURPOSES BECAUSE I NEEDED TO SAY IT SOMEHOW AND MY PARENTS CERTAINLY AREN'T GOING TO UNDERSTAND)
I'd almost completely forgotten about it. Then they just have to throw it out there in my face for the thousandth time. Theoretically of course, I would die if I had to actually hear it that many times. That I'm moving to an entirely new country soon, TminuesTwelve days to be exact. Leaving Alaska, the most beautiful place on the planet. Leaving behind my friends, of course the parties, the snow... What am I going to do? What kind of people make you move when you're nearly 17? Heck, I'll be graduating next school year... I have to quite both my jobs and I can't even give two weeks notice (which is kind of my fault because I've been attempting to ignore the fact that I truly am leaving..)! If only they'd let me stay. They referring to my parents of course. Sure I love them, but this has to be the worst thing that's bound to happen to me. Scotland sounds incredible, heck, maybe I'll find Nessie! But honestly, I'm not sure if I can do this. I can't leave it all behind.
Has anyone ever moved before? Could you lie to me and tell me it'll get better?

***Viola***



No comments:

Post a Comment