My grephew (great nephew) watches Bluey and he loves it! My sister thought Bluey was a boy. LOL. I mean, I thought so, too, with a name like that. But in the process of watching a few eppies when he came to hang out with us for a day, we find out that Bluey is actually a she. Didn't realize they were Heelers, though. I was thinking dingos since they're Australian. And Lordty, I feel you on those childhood moves. The first time we moved (from AZ to NV), it was for my Dad's job. When we moved back to AZ, it was for my Mom's job. Like you, I cried for a week. Unlike you, I didn't get jumped, but had my first experience with racism. In the 6th grade, of all places! The hatred was starting out young, apparently. The little shit's name was Damon, but in my mind, it was pronounced Demon. Currently, I hope he's dead or serving time.
Lol, Ororo. You make me laugh but damn that kid!! I hope he sits on a tack! No but really, I hope he learned how stupid that was. I must clarify, I didn't get physically jumped, but I'll stick with your term! Psychologically jumped. =) Glad we both made it out of these experiences to write one another about them 25 years later!!! haha.
Ok, good! When you said *attacked* that's where my mind went. Thanks for clarifying. Also, this popular boy, was he hawt? Cuz', y'know, good on you for being the new girl and catching the eye of the School Hawtie. I bet he was an athlete. Football? Baseball maybe? More deets please.
Hah! You nailed it ⚾️ I suppose, when considering the awkward ‘dos of 13 year old boys, one considered him hawt 😂 -- this is with the recollection of my gawky, fresh out of braces, 5’8” 13 year old self!
Awww Bets. Brought a lil tear to this ol eye. I too had similar situation when I was 15. Moving from MI to AZ. My parents made decision for my sis s health!! Torn away from all familiar all I ever knew!! And begged my parents to let me stay with friends. But as we all know. It was for the best as I would have never met your Beautiful MaMa and we would have never created this amazing Friendship that has lasted 30 + years! Love you guys and always miss ya all!! Future sure is mysterious but brings some Beautiful Reality s
We were so close in age with those moves! And you are right. There are so many "I never would haves...." if we didn't move and a lot of beautiful things did happen.
Thanks for the shoutout! I think the Heelers are striving to set a good example but gently explore what it's like to fall short of perfection. Appreciated your thoughts on moving too! I moved to a different city in 11th grade and had to leave my friends from the magnet fine arts school I'd been attending for 5+ years. It was rough. So rough I ended up writing about it (specifically resilience) in my college admissions essays so I think there was a good learning moment there. It ended up being a really positive change that led to a lot of opportunities that changed the direction of my life. My daughter still talks about our "old house" and that gives me a lot of perspective on how hard change can be. Great essay!
The second sentence is spot on. Now, the question is, did you get admitted to the college of your choice based on the essay? Then we can say the move was worth it ;) Thank you for reading.
Haha I'm not sure if my admittance was based solely on the essay but I did get into my top choice and it's about the only college in the southeast I could have taken my degree course! But I met my husband and some of my best friends by moving across state lines so it was definitely worth the rough patch at the beginning.
My grephew (great nephew) watches Bluey and he loves it! My sister thought Bluey was a boy. LOL. I mean, I thought so, too, with a name like that. But in the process of watching a few eppies when he came to hang out with us for a day, we find out that Bluey is actually a she. Didn't realize they were Heelers, though. I was thinking dingos since they're Australian. And Lordty, I feel you on those childhood moves. The first time we moved (from AZ to NV), it was for my Dad's job. When we moved back to AZ, it was for my Mom's job. Like you, I cried for a week. Unlike you, I didn't get jumped, but had my first experience with racism. In the 6th grade, of all places! The hatred was starting out young, apparently. The little shit's name was Damon, but in my mind, it was pronounced Demon. Currently, I hope he's dead or serving time.
Lol, Ororo. You make me laugh but damn that kid!! I hope he sits on a tack! No but really, I hope he learned how stupid that was. I must clarify, I didn't get physically jumped, but I'll stick with your term! Psychologically jumped. =) Glad we both made it out of these experiences to write one another about them 25 years later!!! haha.
Ok, good! When you said *attacked* that's where my mind went. Thanks for clarifying. Also, this popular boy, was he hawt? Cuz', y'know, good on you for being the new girl and catching the eye of the School Hawtie. I bet he was an athlete. Football? Baseball maybe? More deets please.
Hah! You nailed it ⚾️ I suppose, when considering the awkward ‘dos of 13 year old boys, one considered him hawt 😂 -- this is with the recollection of my gawky, fresh out of braces, 5’8” 13 year old self!
Awww Bets. Brought a lil tear to this ol eye. I too had similar situation when I was 15. Moving from MI to AZ. My parents made decision for my sis s health!! Torn away from all familiar all I ever knew!! And begged my parents to let me stay with friends. But as we all know. It was for the best as I would have never met your Beautiful MaMa and we would have never created this amazing Friendship that has lasted 30 + years! Love you guys and always miss ya all!! Future sure is mysterious but brings some Beautiful Reality s
We were so close in age with those moves! And you are right. There are so many "I never would haves...." if we didn't move and a lot of beautiful things did happen.
Thanks for the shoutout! I think the Heelers are striving to set a good example but gently explore what it's like to fall short of perfection. Appreciated your thoughts on moving too! I moved to a different city in 11th grade and had to leave my friends from the magnet fine arts school I'd been attending for 5+ years. It was rough. So rough I ended up writing about it (specifically resilience) in my college admissions essays so I think there was a good learning moment there. It ended up being a really positive change that led to a lot of opportunities that changed the direction of my life. My daughter still talks about our "old house" and that gives me a lot of perspective on how hard change can be. Great essay!
The second sentence is spot on. Now, the question is, did you get admitted to the college of your choice based on the essay? Then we can say the move was worth it ;) Thank you for reading.
Haha I'm not sure if my admittance was based solely on the essay but I did get into my top choice and it's about the only college in the southeast I could have taken my degree course! But I met my husband and some of my best friends by moving across state lines so it was definitely worth the rough patch at the beginning.
Beautiful things came of it ❣️
This is so beautiful! And I agree that's all we really need.
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