Violet F. 4M

Sweet and Sour

Those simple but small words took me a long time to process, “We’re moving…”

I had just got back from camp, made some great new friends and now move?! My older sister burst into tears. My mom took her behind the restaurant where we were eating lunch at while I sat at the table and stared at my dad thinking about all the wonderful times I’d had in my life, living in Los Angeles. I held back the tears trying to speak. No, I thought no. I couldn’t speak though. My eyes couldn’t hold back the tears any more. Feeling the tears run down my face, I ran around the restaurant trying to find my mom. I sat there listening to her telling us the positives about Westport. I wasn’t really listening I was thinking… I’m really going to miss this place.

I didn’t have a choice and before long we were sitting in the airplane’s comfy gray chairs waiting for the flight to start. Maybe if we got up in the air my head would stop hurting and thinking about my friends, my family, and my life I was hurting not physically, but mentally. I struggled, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and thought about the positives of Westport. I woke up after my sleep and the plane flight was already over, hello new life.

I was looking out the window of the Westport taxi. Wow, this town was small!

I rolled down the window to get some fresh air and realized it didn’t smell of smoke and smog. There was no trash or the sound of crazy people taking to themselves.

It smelled like pine trees and nature, and I heard the sounds of birds chirping. The houses here are so much cleaner and so are the buildings. No graffiti or dirty windows. Just clean Westport.

Now I live in Westport, and it’s so different from California- the weather, nature, and social life. In California we don’t have fall; no bright red leaves blowing in the wind and we also don’t get snow. There is way more nature in Connecticut. Now I love to play in the streams and climb on the trees. I used to be really shy and quiet in the beginning of the year because I didn’t know anyone. Now I know a bunch of people and I have many friends. I realize why my parents wanted me to move to Westport. They wanted me to move to a safer environment.

I was way wrong about moving. I thought it would be the worst thing that ever happened to me. Even though moving is difficult, it’s like an archeologist who has just discovered a whole new world filled with sweet candy and sour candy, just waiting to be bitten.