Everything happens for a reason.
I cried that summer night on vacation in Arizona when my parents told me we were moving. I was going to be in eighth grade and I already had settled into my great group of friends and life in Burnt Hills. I kept positive thoughts about moving to Maine, like being near the ocean and closer to relatives. I will never forget that night, trying so hard to hide my tears and to show my parents that I was old enough to handle the news without making them feel bad. I needed to show my younger sister that if I could handle the move positively, so could she.
Now that I am back in the same town, same school, even same house, I realize that the move was fate for our family and a life-changing experience for me. Our house in New York never sold and my dad pulled strings to be able to continue the job we moved for in his New York office. I couldn't have imagined the whole experience ending up more perfect.
One of the best explanations I can give for that being a life-changing experience is that if I had never moved I may've never met one of my closest friends. I did crew before moving and was heart broken after discovering that the school in Maine didn't offer this sport. This is how I decided to play field hockey. In the meantime, back in New York, this close friend I speak of was convinced to play field hockey with her friend for the first time also. When her friend quit, she decided she might as well stick with it. Freshmen year when I returned, I chose to continue, as did she. This is when we first met :) :)
Sophmore year field hockey season was the beginning of the close friend stage. We saw each other everyday during preseason. One day before school started I decided to go into the school to see my schedule ahead of time. I was upset when I found out that the Adolescent Psychology class was full and I had a choice between a study hall, criminology, and shop class instead. I hesitantly chose criminology but later was in shock when I walked in the first day and saw this close friend of mine sitting front and center, legs crossed, smacking those glossed lips as she ran her fingers through her hair!
This year her and I have become so close because we have similar views as far as our faith, we can listen to each other at times, we're there when we need each other most, and, as we say: "we hold each others' self-confidence". She sends me the most beautiful emails and she knows when she can tease me and when it's not the time. I'm am staying true to my promise for her: that we will be friends forever no matter what. Don't forget it, girl!
For this reason, I am especially happy I moved to Maine. Had I not moved, I would have never began playing field hockey. I would have never checked my class schedule at the time I did. I would've never taken criminology. I would've never met my closest friend! For this, I now know that everything happens for a reason. That one summer night two years ago, I cried when I found out we had to move. Last night, I cried after reading the best email I have ever recieved, from my best friend Mary.
I cried that summer night on vacation in Arizona when my parents told me we were moving. I was going to be in eighth grade and I already had settled into my great group of friends and life in Burnt Hills. I kept positive thoughts about moving to Maine, like being near the ocean and closer to relatives. I will never forget that night, trying so hard to hide my tears and to show my parents that I was old enough to handle the news without making them feel bad. I needed to show my younger sister that if I could handle the move positively, so could she.
Now that I am back in the same town, same school, even same house, I realize that the move was fate for our family and a life-changing experience for me. Our house in New York never sold and my dad pulled strings to be able to continue the job we moved for in his New York office. I couldn't have imagined the whole experience ending up more perfect.
One of the best explanations I can give for that being a life-changing experience is that if I had never moved I may've never met one of my closest friends. I did crew before moving and was heart broken after discovering that the school in Maine didn't offer this sport. This is how I decided to play field hockey. In the meantime, back in New York, this close friend I speak of was convinced to play field hockey with her friend for the first time also. When her friend quit, she decided she might as well stick with it. Freshmen year when I returned, I chose to continue, as did she. This is when we first met :) :)
Sophmore year field hockey season was the beginning of the close friend stage. We saw each other everyday during preseason. One day before school started I decided to go into the school to see my schedule ahead of time. I was upset when I found out that the Adolescent Psychology class was full and I had a choice between a study hall, criminology, and shop class instead. I hesitantly chose criminology but later was in shock when I walked in the first day and saw this close friend of mine sitting front and center, legs crossed, smacking those glossed lips as she ran her fingers through her hair!
This year her and I have become so close because we have similar views as far as our faith, we can listen to each other at times, we're there when we need each other most, and, as we say: "we hold each others' self-confidence". She sends me the most beautiful emails and she knows when she can tease me and when it's not the time. I'm am staying true to my promise for her: that we will be friends forever no matter what. Don't forget it, girl!
For this reason, I am especially happy I moved to Maine. Had I not moved, I would have never began playing field hockey. I would have never checked my class schedule at the time I did. I would've never taken criminology. I would've never met my closest friend! For this, I now know that everything happens for a reason. That one summer night two years ago, I cried when I found out we had to move. Last night, I cried after reading the best email I have ever recieved, from my best friend Mary.
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