A Journey Together By Gracie Vieira

When your parents say to you “We are moving,” it sort of feels like a punch in the face. It brings you back into the realities of the world, which reminds you that you aren’t a little kid anymore, and that you are going to experience major changes in your life. This causes your head to fill with series of questions that you've never thought about before and mixed emotions start to rush through your body. Well, at least that’s what it felt like for me when I first heard these words.

Some of the sites in NYC where my dad worked.

Two weeks before 4th grade ended, my parents sat me and my siblings down on the couch and told us “We are moving.” My dad told us he received a promotion for his job and that he was relocated to New York City. In order for him to accept this opportunity, we would have to move closer to his office so that he wouldn’t have a long commute.

We have so many amazing memories at my old house: spending time by the pool, playing in the playground, and kicking soccer balls in our back yard during the summer.

This alarming news came out of nowhere and I could hardly process it. Of course I was happy for my dad, but at the same time I didn’t want to leave. Cumberland was my home! I remember bursting out into tears at the scary thought of moving away. My mom and dad then held me and my siblings tight and tried to dry our tears.

This is a picture of my packed up room, and the moving truck the day we moved.

A week before school started, we moved into our new house in Brookfield Connecticut which was an hour away from New York City and 3 hours away from Rhode Island. It was strange to unpack my cherished belongings and to set up the furniture in my new room. “My room in our old house was way bigger than my room now,” I would complain to my dad. Adjusting to my new home would take compromise, so I decided to pick my head up and tried to act mature.

My new house and room in Brookfield

On the first day of school, I was a nervous wreck. My stomach felt like I was on a crazy roller coaster ride. I remember walking to my homeroom with my aqua blue backpack, and fiddling with the end of my shirt. When I entered, I quickly sat down at a table of girls as my teacher started to take attendance. When she got to my name, she called, “Grace Vieira.” “Great, they already have my name wrong,” I thought in my head. As soon as I replied, “Here!” everyone in the class turned around to inspect me-the “new kid.” When the bell rang, I was off to my first class of the day. I’d smile to the groups of girls walking down the halls, hoping for some new friends. Here and there I would introduce myself to the kids sitting next to me, but that’s all that was said. No one seemed interested enough to start a conversation with. I felt like I was a small fish struggling to swim in a giant pond.

WMS was my old middle school.

I had four classes before it was time to go to lunch, and all I was hoping for was for someone to say “Hey, would you like to sit with me and my friends at lunch?” But no one did. When the time came I sat with some girls who only seemed interested in themselves. Finding friends was harder than I thought.

I took this photo after a rain shower because this rainbow appeared next to one of the churches in Brookfield

The first month of school was hard for me to adjust to, but my family was always there for me. After school, Jack, Paige, and I would play games and do homework together. The three of us were there for each other through thick and thin. My parents were also so supportive and understanding as we adjusted to our new environment.

My siblings and I are always goofy together!

It wasn’t until 7th grade when my mentality started to change. Morals started to fill my head and I felt different about myself. All of that stress and anxiety about moving and fitting in washed away and confidence and wisdom soon took its place. Moving changed me for the better. I had spent so much time worrying about my new house, my new school, and finding new friends instead of realizing that all I needed was right in front of me the entire time- my family. We went through this change together. I also realized that Jack and Paige are my true best friends and I will never find better friends than them. They complete me and they are one of the most important things in my life.

This is Jack, Paige, and me at liberty island, and picking out out Christmas tree. Also, this is my precious golden retriever Mandy

Even though we had to sacrifice many things, including our old life back in Cumberland, I don’t think I would be the person I am today if I never moved. Moving definitely wasn’t easy: I lived in a new house, a new town and even a new state. Everything as I knew it began to change, even me. When I lived in Brookfield I missed Cumberland dearly. But wherever I go, as long as the five of us are together, I will always be at home.

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