Surviving High School

Ever since I could remember we have been moving around.

Sometimes we wait till the end of the school year for dad to break the news and tell us that we have to move because of his job.

No difference this year, I have not even finished 8th grade officially and my dad made us gather around the living room because he has something important to tell us. I find it absurd to be honest, he does this every year. I know he tries to soften the blow especially after 6th grade when I got my very 1st panic attack. But, it's not necessary he doesn't need to do the whole family meeting thing to tell us something we already know. That we are moving to a new town.

This time however things do change, this time he does not promise that he will work his way to a permanent position, guess he's tired of breaking his promises too. Also, this time my parents have a plan all figured out to make sure that I don't panic on my 1st day of school.

Honestly there is no reason for me to complain about my life, I have two caring and loving parents and an older brother that does his best to protect me even with just the close to 2 years ago difference. They are always there for me even when I don't want them but need them to be. To say the truth life treats me with flowers and feathers and everything would always be rainbows and butterflies if it weren't for my anxiety caused by my overthinking.

Anyway, let's see what my freshman year of high school has in store for me.