Published about a year ago
It was mid-way through my sophomore year when my parents told me about my dad's new job. We would be moving from Connecticut to Massachusetts. Despite us moving only three hours away, it was at the time the biggest change that had happened to me. I (initially) did not handle it well. In my freshman year, I had created a plan for all four years of high school. The classes I would take, the friends I would have, even the type of prom dress I wanted to wear. I was devested by the fact that everything was being destroyed. And so, I went into denial.