Well there are two things that have been very hard and that have impacted my life more than I could imagine. Today I will talk about the one that I have been through and overcome, the other one me and my family are still going through it, and I pray that this coming year will go by and things will be OK again.
Today I will talk about moving to the US at the age of 11. This is the short-short version, before I start I want to say how grateful I am for the Gospel in my life, looking back it was always truly our home away from home.
When people say moving usually they mean different school, new friends, new ward, maybe a different city.
But when my parents told us (me and my siblings) that we were moving they meant we were going to another country, a different culture, pssh a different continent! when this happened I was 11 years old, my baby sister was 5ish and my older brother was 15 and none of us were fans of moving. We had a great life but soon because of my country's economy all of this would change and things would be different, so my parents decided to sell all of our horses, leave our family home and take up an offer of a job opportunity in Utah and move.
Fast forward to my mom getting to Miami and not wanting to leave the beach after living in one of Argentina's coldest city so we stayed. Miami was hard at first, being away from my Dad was the hardest, not knowing anyone, coming home from school with a migraine from trying to understand what the teacher/classmates/everyone were saying but slowly we found our happy place.
Fast forward again two years this time to when my parents decided to move to Georgia! yep Commerce, Georgia to be exact, to this day they cant really tell us how that came about to tell you that was hard would be a big fat lie it was the most intense, and definitely the hardest move yet because not only did we go from sunny Miami where we thought was a culture shock but it really wasn't because we were in Miami but we went to the country not panhandle country but Georgia country. A lot of things happened in the two years we were there, a lot... school was the worst I think, being the only Latin girl in school was news to me and it was definitely news to them and they showed it but time passed and in between all that, I made new friends and I learned English while watching King of the Hill and That 70s Show with captions (I still watch TV with captions). I remember one day we were all eating dinner and my baby sister Naomi busted out some English in the middle of dinner, it got dead quiet and we looked at her and my Mom said "Que?!" and we all laughed and laughed until tears came out, to this day we still don't know what she said but it sounded like Boomhauer.
|Now I can|
We lived there for two years and then we packed up our things and moved to Panama City Beach.
I learned a lot, I grew up a lot in a short period of time and in that process I became the person I am today.