moving story of Rezwana

Sylvia Plath once said, “And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness.” These words apply entirely to a situation I went through four years ago. I moved from Northern Michigan to Ohio when I was fifteen years old and it felt like my whole world turned upside down. Although this was a hard time for me, it also strengthened me and made me the person I am today.

My childhood was very picturesque. I grew up around beautiful Great Lakes, amazing ski resorts, and the gorgeous Mackinaw Island. The year before I moved, I played volleyball, basketball, and soccer, and I felt like I had a lot of good friendships. I remember feeling happy and fearless at that age. The relationship with my parents was distant however. My dad was a pharmacist who worked two hours away, so he was gone a lot and my mom tried to take care of the house, animals, and kids by herself. My freshman year, I felt that everything was going my way until it all came crashing down one night.

“I accepted a job at Cleveland Clinic and we are moving.” I tried to hold back the tears, but that burning pain in my chest and heart sinking to my stomach, overwhelmed me and I busted out crying. Those words still sting to this day. How could my dad move me when I was in high school? Did he not think about what I have to go through? I waited to move until the summer, but the next nine months felt surreal. I acted as if I was not moving, and I did not tell my friends until six months later because I could not believe it. Those nine months I was awful to my dad. I told him and hated him and made him cry. Every night I would lay in bed and cry because no matter how hard I tried to be strong, it felt like I had no one to rely on.

When moving day came a long, it felt like a nightmare. People were moving my stuff into moving trucks and I had no control over any of it. I said goodbye to my lifelong friends and my life.

I moved at the beginning of my sophomore summer to Orrville, Ohio. It is completely different than Northern Michigan. Both of my grandparents and parents grew up in Orrville, so I was familiar with it. My family and I actually moved into my deceased grandfather’s house to keep the house in the family. When I first moved to Orrville, I was alone and had no one. I participated in volleyball for one year and I hated it. I sat the bench and the coaches were horrific. I had no idea coaches were capable of bullying until I moved to Orrville. The coaches took the fun out of the game I loved. After my season of volleyball, I saw that Orrville only played people who had a known last name, so I quit all the sports I knew how to play and started tennis, which I enjoy playing for fun.

Girls in high school are just plain out mean. That statement may sound broad, but it is the truth. I believe bullying ranges from clicks to leaving people out to talking about one another. And trust me, I went through all forms of bullying when I moved. I felt like an alien. My first year was very rough on me. I cried continuously for months and had dark and suicidal thoughts. I prayed a lot during my dark period and I found strength. They say “you have to go through hard times to see why the good times are so great” and that is the truth. Moving eventually gets better. I met new and amazing friends and moving fixed the relationship I had with my mom and dad. My parents and I are not just family, I consider them some of my best friends. I keep in contact to a few of my Michigan friends, but not all of them. That is all part of life; people come and they go, but they will always stay in my heart.

I believe that people who stay in one town their whole life, miss life. What is the point in staying in one place, when there is a whole world out there? If I would not have moved, I would not have my amazing life now. Moving taught me that life is short and live it up the best you can because you might not be here forever.

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