Leaving everyone behind has been hard, yes. Not a day goes by when I don’t miss every single person I left, nor does a day go by when I don’t think of what could have been. However, I’ve learned things since moving here. I’ve learned to appreciate simple, everyday things. The glow and ambiance of the lights strung around my bedroom, a hot glass of tea with just the right amount of milk and sugar, the feeling of having been productive and accomplishing everything needed. The way the far off lights cast a gray glow around the tree tops in the late evening, the freedom of driving alone with my sun roof rolled down and my music blaring. The acceptance of maybe not becoming great friends with anyone here, and learning to love myself. Looking forward to colleges and working to get where I want to be.
I’m not who I used to be, but I’m becoming who I am.