My Flashback Friday
My mom wrote a really amazing post over on her blog.
It told a story about me. And my family.
She tells it pretty darn well.
Someone said I should write the same story from my perspective.
I have a lot of perspective now.
Twenty two days before the last day of August 2003, mom and dad said to sister and I, we're moving to England.
Excuse me? You have to be kidding me? If you don't mind I'm going to stay at home.
We packed up everything. The movers were not good.
I laid on the floor in a ball where my bed should have been but was now in a box, and cried.
Went to a lot of going away parties. Played a little fast and loose with the word "party."
We had a lot of luggage. Sister and I cried in the airport, cried on the plane- but only for a little, I like flying. Watched a movie on the plane. Was distracted. Clung to sister.
Landed in a new place. Heathrow Airport. England. Home? Not quite.
Felt more like a vacation. I felt a little nauseous. Very tired.
Finally got to the rented house. Slept in my rented bed. In a room that has curtains I really don't like.
Went to school the next day.
I was not a happy camper. Begged not to go. I was still jet lagged, still reeling.
Mom and Dad drove us to school-the first of many interesting rides on the left side of the road.
Arrived at the new school that I was determined not to like that happens to look like a mansion.
Took a French exam. Thanks parents.
Also determined not to cry.
Was the new girl.
Got lost going to homeroom. Didn't know who I was going to eat lunch with. Didn't know where the cafeteria was.
I still remember what I wore that day. I met a lot of people.
I wanted to go back to the states.
Go into London instead. Take the tube for the first time.
(Left that purse on the tube.)
London is nice.
Amazing actually. Maybe this isn't so bad.
First thanksgiving on a train to Paris, no turkey dinner. But it's Paris right?
I am stubborn. Dealt with big time sophomore slump. I take a while longer than sister.
But I stop crying. Stop complaining.
No longer just a house.
Actually like the school.
Actually not that bad at French.
Friends move. More new people come all the time. Every year make new friends
No longer the new girl. Become the girl who shows around the new girls.
Introduced to Young Life.
Realize I wasn't as happy as I thought I was at the big high school in America.
Change my attitude.
Thank my parents! Still thanking them today.
Love to travel. Get to travel A LOT! Love my passport.
Love new foods. New places. New people. New experiences.
Never ever bored!
Love my home.
Tea with milk and my mom.
Learn to drive on the left side.
Renew my visa.
Love my friends.
Brought closer to my family.
Wish I had lived there longer, moved there earlier.
Don't know who I'd be if I never had.
Wish I lived there now.