Growing up, my family moved about every four years because of my dad’s job. At the time, I hated each move because it meant a new home, a new school and a new set of new friends. I never really got used to the constant change, but eventually I learned to embrace it because I realized it gave made me more independents than most kids my age and it allowed me to explore new places. Last summer, my family moved once again; this time from Raleigh, North Carolina to London, England.
Now, going home for the breaks is bittersweet. I don’t have a familiar bed or a big group of friends to look forward to like most students, but I have something else- a new city to discover. I definitely miss my friends from high school and familiar surroundings, but I still keep in touch with them and I see my family’s latest move as a new adventure filled with unknown opportunities.
-Nicole Mortimer
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