My Life - Original Writing

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I was deserting everything I had, or so I had anticipated, at first. Toward the conclusion of the school year, my dad had transferred his job, but in order to do so, we had to move to Pennsylvania, first into a temporary home, then a brand new one. On the last day of school, I couldn’t stop crying goodbye to my friends and teachers. In a week, I would be breaking away from my friends, my family, my home, my cat, and many of the places I had come to grasp and enjoy in Ohio. But let’s rewind a bit. I was just a little child, just one year old, wandering throughout my Great-Grandmother 's apartment, and I came across a cabinet filled with stuffed animals. Then I saw him. Gus. Excitedly, I snatched him from the shelf and hugged him with all of my might. My whole life he comforted me. Not comforting me like a child cuddling with their favorite stuffed animal during a thunderstorm, no. I was the variety to look out of the window to see the storm, and I still am, but that’s beside the point. He comforted me during the challenging, saddening times in my life. But nothing, absolutely nothing, was as emotional and difficult as it was leaving home.

It was a mild late spring day in early June. I was saying goodbye to my cat, who we were leaving behind because she had to be put down that day because of her worsening health and her ancient age for a cat. “Let’s go,” my mom whispered to me. Taking one last glimpse of her, I slowly walked up the steps, tears streaming

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