Well, the dread day of my existence has finally arrived: I moved to California. Its as bad as i thought it was gonna be, not that this place was gonna be terrible, but that I was gonna miss everyone I loved back in Lumberton. My parents have no idea how close I was with my friends over there and how much I valued them being a part of my life. They didn't know that I'd have rather spent time with my friends than be with them, or how much I enjoyed hanging out with them than my parents; they had no idea how much I loved them. I just can't believe it's over, one year short.
Oh, what I would've done to get one more year with them. One more year to laugh with them, one more year to smile with them, one more year to have fun... with them. But my parents are blind to that. They think are friends are like toys, once you lose some, you can always get more. Friendship isn't like that - yes I'll probably lose most of them after high school, but they could've just left it that way. After high school. One more year. A year to say goodbye properly, to go our separate ways like I had planned. But again, my parents are blind to that. How they see life is different from how I see it: to benefit yourself at all cost, to make as much money so you can be happy; that's what they see, and that's what they want for me. My happiness comes from my relationship with other people and if I enjoy the life I'm living. All the other things don't matter - money, luxury, material items - I won't care about all that if I'm happy with my life. I know I have the ability to choose whatever I want for my life and not follow what my parents want for me, but I had to make a sacrifice I didn't wanna make for opportunities I didn't necessarily want - not right now anyway.
You can call me a dumbass if you want for wanting trade in a better opportunity for high school friends, but I told you, all I wanted was one more year, and making me sacrifice this much when I didn't even have a say in it goes against everything a parent should stand for. This move affects me the most no matter what anybody else says - one year of high school left, and a college choice that's gonna affect my entire life - and I had no input into it. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate my parents - I just hate their decision. They weren't thinking about me when they made their choice, they were thinking about my future. That's all they think about, and they miss what's going on with me even when it happens right in front of them. Their vision of my future is a complete waste if they can't even see what I have right now, and with this decision, they missed it big time.
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