When I was younger, my parents felt led to move our family across the globe. While their intentions were good, it was a difficult, molding experience.
I had a hard time adjusting. I missed home. And, learning an entirely new culture – especially during those tween years – was tough. To add insult to injury, half of us, myself included, struggled with depression. We fought almost every day, struggled to communicate, and longed to return to the states.
During that tempest, I found refuge in the relationship with my sister. We stuck together and helped bring each other through until we moved back to America.
If I had to pick a silver lining from the experience, it was having the opportunity to start fresh when we moved back to Columbus. I was in the same school district, but at a different high school, and the new start allowed me to meet new friends.
