Move

I'm a city gal all the way. Well not ALL the way. I mean I was born and raised in a city for like 16 years of my life, but I'm not really fond of very crowded places. Anyways, I lived in a city. I've always been in a city. I loved my life there.

I mean don't get me wrong, I had rough days, but I had good days. I loved my friends, I didn't like going to school, but I liked seeing my friends. I liked doing nothing in school and still being ranked 1. I liked talking to everyone, I liked being a little known to people at that school. I loved living near my boyfriend. I enjoyed my life.

Well anyway, at the end of October of 2025, I got kicked out. Well, my mom decided she didn't want to deal with me anymore. Apparently I was too much trouble for her, and she just gave me up to my dad. I've always wanted to live with him, but he lived so far. I didn't want to give up my life here in the city, I mean it was good. Sure, I hated going home all the time, but I mean the pros outweighted the cons I think. Plus, I was going to graduate in two years here, so I mean it can't be that bad right? Anyways, it wasn't my choice to move. And maybe if I wasn't so stupid I could still live the life I had.

When I moved, I moved way into the country. Like, WAAAY in the country. The nearest Walmart is a 45 minute drive away. There is literally nothing here. No sidewalks, there's only like one school district, trees everywhere. I've seen black squirreals here, deer, my dad told me there's a buncha animals here.

I was enrolled into school, but I didn't have to start for another week. I think the second day here was the worst. I had sent emails to all my teachers saying I had moved, and it made me sad I couldn't spend the year with them. I had texted my friends that I was moving, and it was quite sad. Some people thought I was joking, but it was real. That second day I woke up, and I just felt so sad. I felt so alone, and I hated it. I just wanted to go back home. I missed my friends. I missed my teachers. I hated that school, but I missed how broke it was. I just wanted to go back. But I couldn't. I knew I couldn't. This is my life now.

That day, my friends had sent me texts about missing me. A lot of them were crying, and one of my best friends (who I had a lot of classes with) took pictures everywhere I wasn't that day. It makes me really sad still when I think about it. I do miss them. I really do.

Going from a charter school (well, a really broke one) to a public school was such a weird change. I've always been surrounded by people who looked like me, and people who thought similarly to me. But when I moved, I felt a little shocked. I mean, I went to a public school in elementary school, but not a predominately white public school. It was strange. I was scared. Maybe I would've gotten bullied, or maybe I wouldn't have any friends.

I was 100% prepared to have no friends and just sit by myself. But I guess I was lucky. I talked and made friends with people quite quick. I sat with this group (I think they're kinda weird, like stuff in 2020 weird. I mean, I guess it's small town things, right? But they're still okay I think.) and it was okay. I made friends with a couple sophomores, and I get along with them very well.

But yeah, adapting was a little strange. I mean, I think I've adapted (it's March 2026 now). I'm doing okay. I do like living with my dad. He provides and cares for me more than my mom ever could. But I do miss everyone in the city. I think I'd be willing to move away and go back to that shitty house if it meant I could see everyone everyday again. But I do like the friends I have here.

I don't know. It's hard. But yeah. That's me moving away from my home city to a small town with small town folks. I feel like I'm just strange enough to fit in. It's pretty okay here.

-R.

(3.3.26)

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