It was the month of August 2010. My mom had just gotten a new job in a different and bigger city far away from where we were living now. Therefore we had to move. I wasn't that thrilled with the idea since I would have to leave all my friends and the life I had finally built up in this small town. But I loved my mom and I would do anything for her, especially because she went through a nasty divorce with my dad when I was only one year old.
The divorce had taken it's toll on her since she was now a single parent and had been supporting me and my sister for almost twenty years. We'd never had much money and my sister and I rarely got to see my dad. He lived two hours away and had a new wife and two young children. If moving to a different city was needed to survive, I wouldn't question her decision.
Even though I had never had many friends in this city, I was sad that we were leaving. I had a small circle of friends that I, in some way, cared about but it always felt like I didn't belong or that I was intruding.. I think they still saw me as this shy kid with no self-esteem. But it might be a good thing to take this chance to start a new and improved life. I could start over..