Open Heart: Part 1 and 2
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Part 1 - Moving
Today is the day my family is going to move, to a place that's supposed to be always sunny and fun, with beaches and ice cream and other Summer stuff. My friends are envious and happy for me at the same time because I'm moving to such a wonderful sounding place and my family pretends to think so too, but I could tell they really don't want to go back to that place. They even lied to me when I asked them the reason.
I think about things thoroughly before deciding and I'm torn and confused right now. Half of me thinks that moving is going to be terrible and I'll miss my friends here. I know that's true but the other half says that moving isn't so bad especially because the place I'm moving to is going to be so much fun and I'll be so busy playing around with my new friends that I'll soon forget about my friends here and the memories I have of here will be replaced by new memories. That may happen too.
The two thoughts kept on fighting and I didn't know which one to believe. I finally decided to believe that I will miss this place. If you want to know the reason, I'll just say that there is a feeling I have that tells me the place I'm moving to isn't as good and fun as it sounds. I think that I might know this because it was there, where I was born and lived until we moved here, when I was around four or so. Either that or it's from having to leave friends, one who I have kind of liked for a while. I hope to never see him again.
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Part 2 - Airport
Right before we went to the airport, my friends came over and there was lots of hugging, tears, saying goodbye, and exchange of emails addresses and phone numbers. During that time, not everybody was smiling and acting happy like they were when we first told them we were going to move to that place. Some were pretending to be all jolly and happy but their acting were terrible and easily seen through. I could see no one really and truly feels happy I'm leaving. That actually makes me a little bit happier because usually, there doesn't seem to be much different with or without me around or so I have always thought.
After saying the last goodbye, mom and dad took us and the luggage to the airport and we got on the plane. Even though the feeling is still there, I couldn't help but love going through the airport. The confusion, noise, everything seemed exciting. A nice feeling before a new home.
Today is the day my family is going to move, to a place that's supposed to be always sunny and fun, with beaches and ice cream and other Summer stuff. My friends are envious and happy for me at the same time because I'm moving to such a wonderful sounding place and my family pretends to think so too, but I could tell they really don't want to go back to that place. They even lied to me when I asked them the reason.
I think about things thoroughly before deciding and I'm torn and confused right now. Half of me thinks that moving is going to be terrible and I'll miss my friends here. I know that's true but the other half says that moving isn't so bad especially because the place I'm moving to is going to be so much fun and I'll be so busy playing around with my new friends that I'll soon forget about my friends here and the memories I have of here will be replaced by new memories. That may happen too.
The two thoughts kept on fighting and I didn't know which one to believe. I finally decided to believe that I will miss this place. If you want to know the reason, I'll just say that there is a feeling I have that tells me the place I'm moving to isn't as good and fun as it sounds. I think that I might know this because it was there, where I was born and lived until we moved here, when I was around four or so. Either that or it's from having to leave friends, one who I have kind of liked for a while. I hope to never see him again.
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Part 2 - Airport
Right before we went to the airport, my friends came over and there was lots of hugging, tears, saying goodbye, and exchange of emails addresses and phone numbers. During that time, not everybody was smiling and acting happy like they were when we first told them we were going to move to that place. Some were pretending to be all jolly and happy but their acting were terrible and easily seen through. I could see no one really and truly feels happy I'm leaving. That actually makes me a little bit happier because usually, there doesn't seem to be much different with or without me around or so I have always thought.
After saying the last goodbye, mom and dad took us and the luggage to the airport and we got on the plane. Even though the feeling is still there, I couldn't help but love going through the airport. The confusion, noise, everything seemed exciting. A nice feeling before a new home.
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