When I was told about the news of moving in late July of 1998, I was skeptical and really did not know how to react to the news. I sh

Before entering ninth grade I wasn’t too sure of who I was or what the next four years of my life were going to be like. The only certainty that I had in mind was the fact that Virginia Beach was where I wanted to be. I no longer missed New Jersey and felt that I had found a good group of friends. It was while spending time with these friends that I realized the only constant an individual has are his or her friends. No matter where you go or who you meet a connection amongst friends will always be present. Traveling and experiencing the finer points of life with new and old friends for me has been a blessing. The people that have surrounded me throughout my high school career have taught me lessons and contributed to my life in ways that can only help a teenager grow through the good times and the bad. As in the words of Clarence, a guardian angel from the movie It’s a Wonderful Life, “No man is a failure who has friends”.

When November rolled around my bags were packed and it was time to say good bye to my empty house, where I, to this day, have never stepped foot in since. I got in the car and as I started riding down my street for the last time as a New Jersey resident, I looked backed at Sequoia Ct. for what felt like the last time. I knew that I would return, but that when I did my life would be vastly different. As we turned the corner, I sighed and fell asleep with all the grief any one person could possibly deal with in one day. When we arrived in Virginia Beach it was about 3 o’clock in the morning, but my dad insisted we drive by the house that my brother and I had only seen once before, the house that would become our h

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