I spent about 3 hours after work one Saturday afternoon trying to pack
all my stuff, but it wasn’t working. I just couldn’t decide which
memories to take with me and which ones to leave behind. I hated
living in West Virginia and I couldn’t wait to leave. The people were ignorant
and refused to see any other point of view than their own. I missed
the big city life that Houston had and couldn’t wait to see what Columbus
would bring me. But I knew of all the things that go into a move.
I know what it’s like to start brand new. How hard it is to find
your way around, your own crowd of people to hang out with. You have
to open new bank accounts, find new doctors, discover new places to shop,
and learn how to deal with new people. I wanted the challenge and
the freedom that leaving West Virginia would provide, but as I was standing
in my driveway once again saying goodbye to my life, the place I had lived
for the past 3 years I wondered if I really wanted to do this.
Saying goodbye to the kids at my gym were the hardest. I
had developed a close bond with my girls and their parents over the summer
and when I left they gave me flowers and lots of hugs and well wishes.
Both of my bosses promised me a job if I wanted to work over Christmas
break or next summer. They also gave me phone numbers to call if
I wanted to get a job in Columbus. My friends took me out to dinner
the last week I was in town. Saying goodbye to them only seemed temporary.
I knew that over the next few weeks we would play hours of phone tag and
that in a few short months I would see them again.
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