Back In 1987

I don't like moving, I never had. Growing up in a military family didn't really give one a chance to really form friendships and things of that nature. On top of that I was homeschooled since fifth grade, that really messed up my social skills and most if not all chances of forming friendships that would hopefully, although never would last a lifetime. I grew to be okay with this, but I still didn't like moving.
I just turned 19, exciting of course, and I was moving to Santa Cruz, California and I was going to be alone for the first time in my life. Moving out of my parent's house, not staying with family, honestly no family in the state. At least I had my dog Mazi with me, the little terror has been with me since I was 19, and there was no way I was going to leave her anywhere without me nearby.
My name is Nimue Fairbairn, and this move will be the death of me, I just know it.