3 Years

Three years ago, I was an eight-grader, moving from my home, California, to an unknown land, Texas. I was scared, I was sad, I was insecure, I was a mess. I had moved to a place I did not know. It was like a foreign land, a different culture, a different world. Three years ago, I was caught up in my past, not letting it go to discover what lie ahead of me.
For months, I cried in my bed at night. I didnt let people in. I was constantly thinking of my home. I didnt let it go. I closed myself in.
I look back, and I have made life. I have made awesome friends. I have grown and matured so much. I have found out more about myself. I have two amazing jobs. I have settled into a wonderful life that I am happy to have and grateful to have.
Texas is surely different and something else in itself. The weather is crazy, the people are weird, but I think thats why I am here. I fit right in. I didnt know why God wanted me here at first, but now its clear. I am so grateful for all that He has blessed me with and will never take that for granted.