It was a warm July morning and I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. I looked at the time and it said 8:32, so I thought I should get up. I walked down the stairs and into the living room where I saw my mother sitting on the couch with a cup of tea. When she me saw she told me to sit down.
“Evan,” she said. “We’re moving to Vermont.”
As soon as I heard those words, I felt very upset. I had always disliked going to Vermont for the weekends to visit friends and I didn’t want to leave Massachusetts. I ran up to my room because I needed time to myself.
I stayed up there for thirty minutes or so before I went back down. By that time, my brother had already heard the news, but he didn’t seem to care.
“Evan,” my mother said. “It’s okay. Our life will be better in Vermont. We will have a bigger house for way cheaper than we would here. Trust me. It will be fine.”
I didn’t want to say anything because I felt too upset. Later that day I told my friends that I was moving and just continued to live my life without letting anything bother me. I was upset that I was leaving my friends. I was upset that we were moving away from family. I didn’t want this change. I tried to think that everything was going to be fine throughout the time that we were packing. Eventually, the day came when it was time to go. We spent half the day getting everything onto the truck. The sweat on my face, stung the pores in my skin. It was 96 degrees and we were lifting heavy things. It took three hours to get to Vermont and then we had to unload everything! It took about three months to have everything set up and to get settled in. I was starting to make new friends at school and things kept progressing and progressing and eventually things started going really well.
During that year I went through a lot, some too much to explain. I thought that it was going to be awful, but it turned out to be okay. Every now and then I want to go back to visit, but I’ve made due. From what I’ve learned through this situation any sort of change is possible. And you can survive any change.
“Evan,” she said. “We’re moving to Vermont.”
As soon as I heard those words, I felt very upset. I had always disliked going to Vermont for the weekends to visit friends and I didn’t want to leave Massachusetts. I ran up to my room because I needed time to myself.
I stayed up there for thirty minutes or so before I went back down. By that time, my brother had already heard the news, but he didn’t seem to care.
“Evan,” my mother said. “It’s okay. Our life will be better in Vermont. We will have a bigger house for way cheaper than we would here. Trust me. It will be fine.”
I didn’t want to say anything because I felt too upset. Later that day I told my friends that I was moving and just continued to live my life without letting anything bother me. I was upset that I was leaving my friends. I was upset that we were moving away from family. I didn’t want this change. I tried to think that everything was going to be fine throughout the time that we were packing. Eventually, the day came when it was time to go. We spent half the day getting everything onto the truck. The sweat on my face, stung the pores in my skin. It was 96 degrees and we were lifting heavy things. It took three hours to get to Vermont and then we had to unload everything! It took about three months to have everything set up and to get settled in. I was starting to make new friends at school and things kept progressing and progressing and eventually things started going really well.
During that year I went through a lot, some too much to explain. I thought that it was going to be awful, but it turned out to be okay. Every now and then I want to go back to visit, but I’ve made due. From what I’ve learned through this situation any sort of change is possible. And you can survive any change.
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