I can honestly say that I have lived in many different places while staying in the same place. Up and down the state in a kind of limbo, never staying for more than a few years. Such is life. It moves us to change, to seek new things, to have adventures.
I don't want adventure. I want comfort.
On Thursday, August 2, 2012, my mother decided that it would be more beneficial for our family if we moved to Florida. We've lived in Indiana all our lives; I'm not sure the climate change is going to be good for me. Nor is the sun, what with me being an oh-so pasty nerd.
That's another problem: I am a nerd (I mean, why else would I be here, right?). And while in the realm of the internet, this is considered a good thing, what if it's not at the school at which I will be attending. Not to mention that I don't even know where I'll even be going to school. Lovely thing to have happen for senior year, huh? Needless to say, personal Suck Levels are pretty high right now and it is getting increasingly difficult to remember to be awesome. It'd be one thing if this is the first time I've moved, but it's not.
Here is a quick recap of my moving life:
Birth-3 years, Wabash, Indiana
3-5 years, Brazil/Terre Haute, Indiana
6-9 years, Indianapolis, Indiana
9-10 years, Wabash, Indiana (again)
10-14 years, Indianapolis, Indiana (again)
14-17 years, Brazil, Indiana (again)
17 years, Wheretheheckville, Florida. As in 'My mother is moving me completely out of state and I don't even know the name of town I'll be living in.' So, thanks, Mom. Thanks a lot.
(I am terribly sorry for this long rant, as well as any grammatical mistakes I may have made. I've been up all night, so my brain isn't in it's best shape)