I’m standing in front of a tall building. I’ve packed my life in suitcases and in this moment I’m starting a new chapter of my life – and for a change I am aware of it. When my parents and sister hugs me goodbye I am about to scream. I’m so scared but still I’m feeling so incredibly good, so mature, knowing that I just moved away from my childhood home. They eventually start the car and drive away. I just stand there in my best-chosen outfit, watching them drive away from me… and the weirdest part is that I don’t mind. I smile, as the car passes a bush and they are out of sight. I am on my one, sharing this tall building in front of me with 111 other young people, though to me they are still strangers. Three days from that moment, I am able to call this strange place my home.
I live with three beautiful girls. They’re so different from each other, yet so much alike and I cannot do anything than love them much too fast. When I tell them they instantly say it back and I know right there without any doubt that they are family. My family!
It’s difficult being apart from the love of my 16 year old life. I think the hardest part is that I cannot tell him. We now live in different cities and I only see him every other weekend, tops. Sometimes I call A, a good friend of mine, and when he picks up I just say hi and he instantly knows what’s wrong. We talk, I cry, he makes me smile and suddenly everything is okay, suddenly I’m okay.
Days go by and I’ve found safety in people I’ve only known for days. It’s scary, I’ll have to admit, and there are times when I want to run into the wild, far away from change. But it’s too good to run away from. I’m not running away. I've found home!
I live with three beautiful girls. They’re so different from each other, yet so much alike and I cannot do anything than love them much too fast. When I tell them they instantly say it back and I know right there without any doubt that they are family. My family!
It’s difficult being apart from the love of my 16 year old life. I think the hardest part is that I cannot tell him. We now live in different cities and I only see him every other weekend, tops. Sometimes I call A, a good friend of mine, and when he picks up I just say hi and he instantly knows what’s wrong. We talk, I cry, he makes me smile and suddenly everything is okay, suddenly I’m okay.
Days go by and I’ve found safety in people I’ve only known for days. It’s scary, I’ll have to admit, and there are times when I want to run into the wild, far away from change. But it’s too good to run away from. I’m not running away. I've found home!