At the end of 8th grade, also known as my last year of middle school, my parents informed me of some heartbreaking news. Being born and raised in Huntington Beach, I grew up loving the ins and outs of the city, and the advantage of being right next to a beautiful beach. However, what they told me was something out of the expected. They explained how we would be moving to the city of Fountain Valley, and I would not be attending Huntington Beach High School for the rest of my high school career. Hearing something like this was truly so heartbreaking, considering I would have to leave my house of twelve years and leave all my amazing peers/friends. Nonetheless, I knew there was nothing I could do about it. Although I was melancholy every day forward, I realized all that was left to do was to cherish each moment I had left to my fullest. And so I did, and as time did its thing, passing by within the blink of an eye, I was moved into my new house located in Fountain Valley, walking into my new school. The first week at FVHS was brutal, I felt like an alien being born into an unfamiliar, civilized world. People glanced at me, walked by me, and had their own friends and joy. I, on the other hand, was alone, dejected, out of place. I felt helpless but at the back of my mind, I knew for a fact that it would not be like this forever. In time, I came to the conclusion that my prediction was very accurate – I had multitudes of new friends and most importantly, a new place I could call home.
Jen Z Dilemmas 