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The Move
I have always been one to hate change. And this would change my life forever.
Tears falling from my face as I watch men carry boxes full of my things from the house down to the container. Beds, chairs, tables, and couches all traveling across the world to meet us in Boulder. Along, with my gray bunny, that smells like my grandma's house, with its ears that are completely ripped up, and the wooden bumble bee that goes click, click, click as you pull it around the house,
All I can remember is fear and tears. I would have to move away from everything I knew; the language, friends, school, the ocean, and sailing. I was moving away from my home. I was scared, scared of the new school, new friends, new language, new everything.
I could not understand why we had to move, I loved my life. I had good friends that lived less than one minute away. We would walk through our neighbor's yard just to get to each other's house, we were in the same class and did everything together. I still have a hard time understanding how my parents made the decision, we had a good life in Sweden. Both my parents had good jobs, I went to school and my sisters went to preschool. We lived on an Island, with the water all around slittering in the sun shine. We had a greenhouse on top of a hill looking out over the ocean towards one side and the neighbors on the other.
Ever since I was two weeks old I have sailed all summer and been around water , and we moved to Boulder. The farthest away from the water you can get. My parents used to sail sailboats competitively, so boats feel like home. My favorite place ever would have to be an island in the outskirts for the archipelago. With a big red lighthouse on the top, looking over the ocean on all side. It stands tall against the water.
The water still feels like home, its water is cold at the touch, not quite salt. It's so different here the mountains soaring high and no water in sight. In comparison to the islands splattered out in the water holding up the city. Bridges bring everything together.
The moment we left for the US was the moment that my life was changed forever. For better or worse.
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