My family was moving to Idaho and I needed to go up so I could get everything ready for school, but my family had to continue packing so I waved bye as my journey began.
My dad and I went checked into my flight and we were going to go get pizza, and he said "How does it feel to have pizza in Texas for the last time?"
We were waiting for the plane to land, and guess it didn't really hit me what I was leaving. I was leaving behind my friends and everyone I loved. I was leaving my favorite places and memories and I started to cry.
I was scared of how different my life was going to be. I was scared that people weren't going to like me. I was scared that everything was going to be different.
My aunt picked me up from the airport and stayed in her guest room. All night I thought about the how things would be different. I was able to put myself at ease when I remembered the quote by Paulo Coelho. "Be brave. Take risks. Nothing can substitute experience."
The next morning I rode the Salt Lake express to my grandmas house and I was really proud of myself for being brave to experience life. This reminds me of Philippe Petits story because he was brave when he crossed the towers.