Staying Grounded on the Sea.
News.
It was the beginning of 7th grade year, about September-ish. I was once again enjoying my first few weeks back at Madison Middle School, the same school I'd gone to the previous year. As close as I still was with past friends, I still managed to befriend a few new ones as well. This 6th grade/7th grade point of middle school was rather awkward in ways, but I didn't expect it to get any worse.
I remember Mom and Dad having "serious" conversations that evoked a lot of expressions on their faces; Even if I couldn't make out what they were saying. Maybe Grandpa was in the hospital again? Maybe they were sending me to a private school?
It was that night after dinner, while mom was tucking then two-year old Sienna into bed, Dad got the news out. I can't remember word-for-word what it was. Something along the lines of:
"I know this may be tough on you, but we don't really have a choice either. We're moving... next month."
"To where?"
"Texas."
I remember Mom and Dad having "serious" conversations that evoked a lot of expressions on their faces; Even if I couldn't make out what they were saying. Maybe Grandpa was in the hospital again? Maybe they were sending me to a private school?
It was that night after dinner, while mom was tucking then two-year old Sienna into bed, Dad got the news out. I can't remember word-for-word what it was. Something along the lines of:
"I know this may be tough on you, but we don't really have a choice either. We're moving... next month."
"To where?"
"Texas."