Every two to three years I watch multiple people come into my house and pack away all my things into boxes. Poorly labeling them, so that when I unpack a month or two later, I have no idea what surprises I have in store for me in those three cubic feet of cardboard. This has been a constant in all of my seventeen years on this glorious planet because of one member of my family. My dad. He has been serving in the navy for the past twenty six years of his life and ever since I was born on that fateful night in Landstuhl, Germany, I have been along for the ride.
Moving and I have a very love-hate relationship. I love the fact that I have been able to live in so many different areas, the U.S, Europe, the Middle East. Experiencing different cultures, even just in the U.S, has been absolutely amazing. Every place I move I always seem to learn something new about the way people operate and conduct themselves on this planet. The fact that I have been able to experience these things has made me a very accepting person of everything around me. I used to be a very stubborn person who would hate anything if it wasn't done “my” way, yet now I am able to just go with the flow
Yet, I hate the fact that after two years or so of school I have to leave all the people I have grown to like, tolerate, and in some cases love. It is tough to drive away from the city you once called home at 5 AM because you needed to start the road trip early, without even having a chance to say good bye to your friends. It is tough to know that on the last day of school for that year it may be the last time you ever see those friendly faces in your life, or at least for the rest of your career in school.
I consider myself very fortunate though, since this upcoming June I get to end my high school career where my educational career started. In the beautiful small town of Coronado, California. I came back to this wonderful town two years ago at the start of my sophomore year so my dad could have the biggest job of his career. When I came back, I began to recognize familiar names I had once known as a small child. Names of people who I had once called friends. They didn't remember me but it was cool to be able to say that we used to know each other and now everything has come full circle so to speak. Graduating with the class that I started with, it seems pretty cool to me especially since this is the only time I have ever moved back to a place that I once lived in. I am excited about what the next four years of my life hold for me. The prospect of living in one place for four years is an exciting but scary thought, I haven't been trained to live in those conditions. I guess I am just going to have to go with the flow.
I wouldn't trade this life though for what many would consider a “normal life”. I have grown accustomed to these little quirks that I have to overcome, and I would go as far to say that I love moving.
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