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I'm not good at writing blurbs, but it's better than it sounds.
Everyone knows the struggles of moving houses, but try moving continents. My dads job offered him the vp (Vice President) position, but in order to accept he must be at his jobs headquarters, which was in Los Angeles California. We live in Sydney Australia. This was going to be a huge change in my life. I just never thought it would turn out like this.
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