Personal Narrative: Moving To Venezuela

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Growing up, my stepdad used to say that nothing is forever except change, and as a kid I never really understood the meaning of it. I was 14 when my parents decided that it was time to move, my stepdad had been working in the United States for years and the situation in Venezuela was definitely not getting better. On the contrary, it was worse every single day. But moving meant many things; it meant leaving my brother and my dad behind. It meant separating myself from the family that I grew up with. It meant parting from my lifelong friends and the school that I'd loved so much. It meant saying goodbye to everything I knew, and starting over.
When I moved to the US, the first month went by faster than usual. I didn't felt nostalgic, nor did