Alexa Petri

The summer before sixth grade, my Dad got a job in Orlando, Florida. This meant that he and I would be moving from our home in Anderson Cove, California, and leaving everyone behind . For me, moving meant leaving my best friends and good friends behind. Knowing at the time that this move would be an adjustment, he, my best friends' family, and I made a plan. On Christmas Day, I would fly to California, and stay with my best friends for a few days. In the summer, my best friends would fly to Orlando, and stay with us for a few days in June. Even though things quickly turned out great for me living in Orlando (Making lots of friends in church and homeschool, etc.), I am, just like always, excited about coming back to Anderson Cove, and seeing everyone. Relaxing in my first class plane seat, I could not help but smile. After all, it wasn't long before I would be reunited with my best friends.