The Great Migration
I was standing alone in my empty room, reflecting on all of the great times that I had spent in that room, that home, and that sleepy little town. Would this move end up well for me or would it ruin my young life? This and many other questions like it rushed through my brain like cars on the autobahn
Senath, Missouri, had served as my home for virtually my entire life up to that point, and I was leaving all of that behind. It was my rock, my comforting place when I was down but that all was no more. I would never feel the tingling in my nose as the scent of honeysuckles drifted up from the vines entangled along the fence rows. I had to everyone that I had grown to know and love many of whom I may never see again. Although I knew this move would be beneficial to me in the long run, my view of that had become foggy due to the pain and heartache of leaving my home.
As we pulled into Sikeston, a huge metropolitan city in my eyes, my insides jumped and thrashed in anxiety as if there were a raging bull trying to break free in my stomach. Although the initial excitement eased my inner doubt, it was not gone and I had a knot getting tighter and tighter in my gut. After everything was moved in and we had gotten settled in to our new home, it was time for me to start school, which I wasn’t really jumping for joy about. I was starting the 8th grade and as I nervously stammered through the door and down the long grey corridors my hand began to sweat my mouth became extremely dry. The first thing I noticed in my new school was all of the people. I had come from a very small school and now I was hurled in among all of these kids that Id never seen before.
I stumbled through my first few days of school not really...