What compels a person to move? To pack everything up, to go across the nation, to give up the friends they love and the place they call home? Is it really worth it?
As some of you know, my dad is in the military, and we move every three years or so. But I've only been here for a year, and already I have to move again. And I'm sick of it. I've actually come out of my shell and made friends... I've fallen in love with this city, and my school. I've been able to live a calm, quiet, peaceful life this past year, and I couldn't be happier. But now, with this move, as well as the college search and the new baby, my world has been turned upside-down -- literally. I'm stressed, overtired, and incredibly busy. My free time is now being consumed by homework and school. Hell, my dad and stepmom don't even look at me the same way anymore. It's always about Levi now. I barely even get a "good morning", "good night", or "How was your day, Kumo?" I can't stand it. And once this school year is over, I know it's only going to get worse. My friends - my only escape - will be gone too. I'll be across the country, in a totally new world, and completely on my own. Sure, parents are there for food, shelter, and such, but that's not what I need the most right now. From them, I need... Relaxation, recognition, hell, even attention, as childish as that sounds. I need them to see me again, and to see just how I feel about all of this. I know they're excited about going to a new place, but what about me?
You'd think I'd be used to this by now. Moving every three years, leaving everything behind and starting anew somewhere else. But I'm not. I just want to settle down in one place and live a relaxed, comfortable life. Is that too much to ask?
I know, this has turned into a rant. Typical for Kumo. And I know, everyone has their own sob story. There are lots of people that have it worse than me. But y'know what? That doesn't make my story meaningless, especially to me. I'm only human. I'm only 16. How the hell am I supposed to cope with this?
Anyways, that silliness aside... I'm sorry that you'll have to up and desert everything once more. In my earlier years, we used to move around a lot as well. I was told once it was to keep my father from finding me... I'm glad they did it, because from what I know, and hear.. He's a drug addict, and is now serving time in jail for a drug charge. I thought my situation was not exactly freshly cut flowers, but imagine what I'd be like if I was duped up on drugs and such... *Ahem.* Enough about me, as I'm replying to you afterall, right? :3 Anyways, knowing you for what, almost two years, I can honestly say that you are a strong willed person. While it may be true this is a tough time, remember this.. It could always be much worse. Hmm.. I've forgotten what else I wanted to say.. Damn... Give me just a moment..
As I still don't remember, or wasn't sure what I planned on saying after that, I'll say this. Enjoy every moment you have with your friends. While it may hurt to leave them, before you go, try to do some memorable events with them. Get pictures of it as well, so you'll have something to look back on. It will be painful at times, however.. It's kind of funny, yet not.. Or rather, Ironic.. But suffering seems to make people stronger.. I know that's rather harsh, but.. It would seem to be this realms unfortunate reality.. We all go through it.. However, what you do to get through it defines you.. I guess. I don't know.