The thing people don't understand about moving is that people expect you to be yourself. They expect you to be shy for the first two minutes you are there, and then to jump right in and act like everyone else, and make friends as easily as if you do it all the time. And it is easy to make friends, but not when you don't have anyone else to turn to. When you have to make friends from scratch there's a pressure from inside you that is thinking, "If I don't make friends I'm no going to have anyone." So you make friends with the first people you meet, and throw yourself right in just like they expect of you. And them, a few weeks layer, you realize you don't actually like them. You realize that things wouldn't have been so bad if you would've waited to make friends. But by then it's too late, and you're already friends with people you can't stand, and you go about trying to make other friends, and then it hits you in the face that there isn't anyone you like here. This new place isn't at all what you expected, and the people aren't as nice as back home, but by then it's too late. You can't go back, and there isn't anywhere else to go besides forward, but forward is just filled with people you don't like and places you don't know. And you don't know what to do because you don't have anyone to talk to, and no one understands. And you keep waiting for that one person to come and save you and be your best friend, but they don't come. Because sometimes you don't get a happy ending, sometimes the time you are in is just a passing period in your life. But you don't know that while you're living it. You keep waiting for the passing period to end, but it doesn't. it doesn't end, and you keep hoping you will meet someone new who cliques with you, but t doesn't happen. So you wait. And wait. And wait. You wait, lonely, until all the hope you once had a gone. And you finally understand people who think happy endings aren't real. Because they arent. Not for everyone. That's what people don't get about moving.
