Personal Narrative-Moving To California

Moving from DC to California.
The day my mom told me we were moving was a school day, I’d just left hanging with my friends, of which I had many. So we were stopped at a red light and she said “ You know that job I interviewed for in San Francisco? Well they called today, and I got it!” I don't know how she expected me to react, but I just kind of sat there not saying much. Wasn’t this supposed to be great news, a huge promotion, a way out of her job that she hated. But I just couldn’t be happy for her. Move to California? Thats absurd. But all our family is here, what about all my friends. It was so crazy I couldn't even be sad or angry. I just kind of pretended it wasn’t happening. I just told my friends, and we didn’t talk about it. I would hang out with them like normal, we did all our usual things right up until the last day of school. The last day was the hardest, how was i never going to be here again, there's no way, it just didn't make any sense. You are probably hearing this and thinking what a wimp, who is this upset, it's just a move there are people in the world

going through so much worse. I felt that too, my problems aren't even that bad, if anything i'm lucky. I told myself that all the time. But how can i do that myself when my cousin starts his first day of school and I'm not even there to ask him about it. Or when my best friend finally moves home from Vietnam, after 4 years, and I don't get to be there. Or when all of grade went on the 8th year trip to spain that i had been looking forward to since I could remember and I had sit home and watch it on snapchat. It was the little things like these that were the worst.

My first day at willard was terrible. And the way i describe it i'm sure is going to make you think i'm stuck up. In Washington, my school was amazing, it was special, but I never knew any different, i'd been there since I was 3 years old. It was basically the same 60 kids from 3 to 18, they were my family, not in a sense that i liked all of them, but who likes all their family, i knew everyone, i knew everyone's parents and siblings, and for most part even grandparents. It is certainly not the best school to prepare you for the real world in a social sense. I’ve never had to make friends, my best friend I met on the first day of school she asked me if I wanted to be friends and i said yes, we never stopped. For me, friends always kind of happened, until next thing I knew I was surrounded by great people. So, walking through the doors of Willard knowing no one, with tons of students everywhere. I've never felt so alone, honestly it never really got better. I couldn’t stop comparing everything to DC. And whenever I had the chance I was on the phone with my friends back home pretending that nothing had changed. I made a few friends, but it wasn't the same.
Learning to let DC go was hard but happened really fast.

Over the summer, I was missing home, and the fact that i was to visit my hometown at the end of the summer made time feel like forever. I took a law class, and was drowning in work, perhaps this contributed to the seemingly everlasting weeks. But when i returned I was left with a feeling i can't quite name. Everything was exactly the same. It was exactly how i remembered it. All the people were there, all the streets, my house, the weather. But, still everything was different. The city did not change but the people did, and so had I. All my friends were still my friends, but they had their own jokes now, their own lives, without me. I thought this would make me angry, but it didn’t. I just felt a huge sense of relief, kind of like everything was going to be okay. It was the first time i’d felt this in over a year. I had finally let

go.