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  • Its an odd feeling arriving to a place that is completely unfamiliar. You feel somewhat lost and misplaced. This is exactly how i felt when I first arrived to my new home in North Carolina. I remember waking up in the car when we finally got to the new house. I looked at the clock in car and saw its was only 6 in morning, pretty early for an eight year old. I put on my shoes and gathered my things from the car and headed out. When I stepped out the car and looked up, I was in complete awe. All I could think to myself was " Damn this house is huge". Our first house only had a single floor, so as kid I was completely mind-blown to come and find that my new home had 2 floors! I finally head inside, and see that my parents are already inside unpacking some boxes in the kitchen. So I decide to give myself a tour of the new place, first thing was first, my bedroom. This was probably the best part of moving into a bigger home, I would finally get my own room! I used to share a single room with my older brother, and absolutely dreaded it. Granted, it wasn't all bad, it was mainly the snoring that got old really quickly. So, I headed up the stairs in search of my room, and when I reached the end of the stairs I found myself in... my room. It was the most beautiful thing that I have seen up to that point in my life. The walls were a crispy white that glowed from the sunlight entering through the window, the floor was covered in what felt like silk-thread carpet, and it even had a beautiful view that overlooked part of the neighborhood. To me, it was the ideal room, and I instantly fell in love. However, my room was only the beginning of the all treasures that I would find in my new home, and I was eager to find more. As I continued my self-guided tour of the new house, I found myself finding these interesting things about the house. For instance the gigantic tub in our parents room, or looking up in the living room and see the never ending ceiling, or even the boundless backyard. Once the day was over, I had a sudden realization. That this new beginning that I was forced into, wasn't so bad. As a kid it was these simplistic and small things about the house that made me adore the house, and also helped me transition from my old home in Florida to the house I call home today. Before even realizing it, I no longer felt that odd feeling from when I first arrived to the foreign estate, I was no longer scared of the change, but instead welcomed it. I full-heartedly embraced my new home, and for that reason I have had the chance to make some great and happy moments here in my new home. I guess not all new beginnings are bad.
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