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Chapter 2

The Big Move

Third grade summer came along, and I didn’t quite understand what was going on. I had to pack up all my things, threw a good-bye party, and invited all of my friends and had the biggest sleep over where we had Papa Gino’s pizza; we all watched wrestling and stayed up way past all of our bedtimes to where most of us, barely got any sleep.

I was really close with most of my classmates, some more than others and some were strangers to me, even though we shared the same classroom. Saying goodbye to some of my childhood favorite places was difficult and sudden. I still miss all of those places and try to visit them as often as I can. I still was unsure of why my family decided to move halfway across the country. It was all sudden, and I still feel like I never got to say a final goodbye to where I still call home.

Moving into our house that still needed work was difficult at first. I had to sleep on the carpet floor upstairs with only a bedsheet to attempt at keeping me warm. Taking cold showers was annoying and tough for a nine-year old child who just wanted to go home and continue his life in New England where he had easily fit in and loved to call his home. I had moved while I was still on summer vacation, so at first, life wasn’t all that bad. My neighbors across the street and to the right of that house were my aunts and uncles. My uncles where also from New England, so I felt welcomed in right away and that I was able to relate to them a little bit more than my other relatives.

During my summer vacation, the house that was my aunt and uncle’s across the street had a pool that had a diving board, and the house to the right of them had a trampoline in their backyard, so I always kept busy with that. I, still in the back of my head, was trying to figure out why we had moved in the first place and why couldn’t we have just stayed in New Hampshire, and I could have fully grown up there. I missed all of my classmates from the third grade, so during the summer that I moved, I had called a couple of my friends from my house phone, and my parents helped me keep in touch with them.

I was talking about how I had already been to the capital three times and that we have only been here a couple months. School was about to start for me at Tenth Street Elementary, and all of my classmates had made me a card wishing me luck in the fourth grade and how they all miss me in the classroom already. I was so nervous and anxious for school to start for me because it just wasn’t another first day at school. It was a whole new beginning entirely and a fresh start that I didn’t understand or ask for.