Change is a good thing, right? Broadens your horizons, introduces you to new cultures and people. Then why, if this is true, am I feeling so anxious about moving? Yeah, you heard me. Moving. I just found my niche in school, and now, because Dad's unemployed, we've got to move to a cheaper place. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm all for sacrificing for family. That doesn't mean I've got to be thrilled about it, does it? I'm gonna miss my friends that I've made. Madison, Noelle, Katie (1, 2, and 3), the Twins (Bre and Beth), Alexia, Josh, Morgan, Caitlin... The list goes on and on! I don't know if I should tell them right away, or later on. Or maybe I should just move and not say anything. No, that'd be mean. But tempting. No sad goodbyes to deal with. I just know, last day of school, I'm gonna be tearing up. Embarassing, huh? Great final impression, my cheeks all blotchy, nose red and running, and swollen wet eyes. Totally the image I want to leave them with. NOT! But still, going back to an apartment would be nice. And the high school I'd wind up in is good. Mom promises that we won't move again until I'm out of high school, as this move is right before my freshman year. So that's good. And change is good. I'm happy. Really. Did that sound genuine? I better practice now for when friends ask how I feel about it, cuz otherwise I'll be a blubbering mess, and that is so not me. Well, there's my vent for the day.
Love and Lemon Drops,
Victoria
Love and Lemon Drops,
Victoria


