I officially said goodbye to New York as I woke up in my new bedroom three thousand miles across the globe.
I left the letter with Charlie's grave and I didn't look back.
This was my chance to move on and create a new life for myself.
I would never forget Charlie, but he wasn't coming back.
He was dead as far as I knew.
I rolled out of bed and I walked into the kitchen, my mom and her new boyfriend were sitting together drinking coffee.
It had been a week since the initial move. And it was towards the end of August now.
Time flies. I guess.
It was weird looking for a job instead of getting up to go to school.
I applied to schools for the next fall semester in 2017. I would just have to wait now. I think that I wanted to go for some liberal art degree.
My mother backed me up right away with that. I am taking a graphic design class this fall at a local college to see what it's like.
Now I look outside and the cities around me.
I will embrace the change and I can't wait to see what California has to offer me.
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