It was October 6,2002 when I thought my life was going to end. I was leaving all my friends I had known my whole life. When my parents told me i felt confused, sad, and angry. I didn’t even know where Oregon was, I thought it was another country.
We had a yard sale to get rid of all the stuff we couldn’t take with us. My best friend Chrissy and her parents had come to help. We stayed at the Holiday Inn for about a week, Chrissy came over ever day. Our last day in Florida we said our goodbyes and packed up the moving truck and headed toward Oregon.
I had a really hard time with the move. I had lived in Florida my whole life, i didn’t want to leave. After living on Oregon for a month or so I started to get really depressed. I actually went to the hospital because of it. I had to have a heart monitor because i was so stressed out and the doctor had to make sure there wasnt anything wrong with my heart.
The experience for me was tramatizing and horrible, I will never forget it. I think if I wouldn’t have move I would be a totally different person. I wouldn’t know the people I know, or love the people I love. I wouldn’t have gone through he experience i have gone through. In the end i think it turned out to be good for me. I will forever love Florida and the people i knew there.