Teenage Relocation Tales

It has been over a month since I moved, and things have changed, well improved. I feel like I am not so alone anymore. But I still miss the old streets, the smell of our kitchen and my friends who just got me without any words needed. But I’ve learned that starting over doesn’t mean erasing who I was, it means carrying those pieces with me and becoming someone bigger and better. 

At school, I get to talk, and laugh. Like I really laugh, not just laugh to blend in anymore. My friends see me and like me. I’m not the new girl anymore. I used to think I had to become someone else to belong to, but I didn’t. I just needed to find the right people to understand and appreciate me and my personality. 

Moving has changed me, not for who I am but it showed me that being different is not something we fix, rather something that can make the world a better place. I can be me, I can act like me, I can dress like me, I can have fun again like me!