I was born in Valencia. I always had a good relationship with all my friends. I would never do something bad to them. All days were good, I usually go out to dinner or go to the gym, etc, but someday, something happened.
In 2013, on Monday, my dad received a call from his boss. He doesn't even know that he would receive that call. His boss said that he must go to New York to work because they are opening shops there. They are going to pay him more and he would see more world too. I was nervous and stressed because I had to leave all my life and the things that I lived here. 7 days later, we started the move, we began to store all the stuff, and then, set up the things. When we arrived, we went to our new house, is huge, but not the same. Will it be something to get used to? I don't know yet.
Right now, I have met new people, they are lovely and kind but I miss my friends. I often do some video calls with them, but it's not the same as seeing them. My relationship with my friends is not like before, right now I am 6,065 km away. I hope that one day I could see my old friends.
Even if you can not talk to your friends in Valencia face to face, you have new friends and a place to discover, but I hope you'll see them again one day
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