From my many moves (32!), I have learned new starts. Sorrowful, but also filled with hope. A new, shiny-fresh slate to start on. No rumors, no reputation...just you. You can make your new life whatever you want to. Pick a new name to go by, be a completely different person. Instead of being the bookworm tucked away in the corner, maybe try being the outgoing person. A move means being able to restart your life. It's a second chance that doesn't come by very often.
Bittersweet endings are never nice. Bittersweet beginnings...aren't better. I'll admit, when I was forced to move to a different country, I was flat-out heartbroken. Now, looking back, I'm not sure why. It's only when one looks back that you see that you were truly alone. My old "friends" weren't really friends, I realize. It's a little frightening - am I always alone in the world? I hope not.
October 1st - Will it be your new start?
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