As I step out of the airport, cold air breezes against my face towards the business men rushing to their flights. This was my life now. No more Yankee games with my father, no more of my friends, and I had to start again. I built my life up in Connecticut and now I have to restart like in some video game. I have had major anxiety since a year ago and I had grown attached to things in Connecticut that would make me feel safe and loved. They are all gone now only my memories could really connect me back to my past in my home. This was not my home and it never would be. I realized that before we moved that I would never feel safe again. I hated this place and how normal it was. I was expected to live a normal friendly neighborhood style life? No, I wanted my life to be worth it. I looked around at my family, they all seemed happy or it is just that they are happy to see actual ground. Was I the only one who does not want to be here? I thought to myself. I knew I could not express my feelings because my dad wanted this job and I supported him right until the realization that I would have to leave all the people I had grown to love and all the things that surrounded me. This felt like home and this Midwestern state could not be home.

3 years later...
I knew I had to leave I could not live in this town anymore. I hated it here, three years later and shouldn’t this place feel like home already? Maybe it is because I constantly switched schools since I didn’t fit in anywhere. First school I stayed at for 3 weeks waiting to get in to a so called prestigious school called St. Susanna. Within my first 3 weeks I made new friends and I liked it kind of but then I had to get pulled put to join my sister in this school because my dad had a dream of us going to private schools and being quiet nice people. At this new school I sure was quiet. I had grown upon my anxiety and I became shy on top of it. Not normal shy, but like extremely shy. I began to become afraid to speak my mind and it was like living my own world which had come crashing down. I was completely alone and I hated everywhere I was in Ohio. I was not home and I was not anywhere that gave me actual joy. Joy was when I was in Connecticut with my friend Carolina playing in her pool and being as immature as our hearts wanted to be. Home was where I didn’t care what people thought about me. And now in this school, St. Susanna I felt so left out and outcasted because I was not here since kindergarten and I didn’t have the same characteristics as them. Their hobbies included breaking our school computer, vandalizing my neighborhood golf course, and calling me a lesbian. Fun, right? Finally after 2 years of being stuck in that prison of a school I decided I wanted to go in the route of my sister who had left the school a year prior. I went back to the school I was at before St. Susanna, it was an amazing school with amazing people who I now call friends. But I was acting like I was not myself. I was something I never wanted to become and I didn’t wanna carry down that path, I had to get out. That is why I am writing this. I needed to escape and I found an amazing boarding school named Lake Forest Academy in Illinois. I decided that this is what I want to do with my life and I needed a way to get in. Writing is something I love and I felt if I got published I can make it through Wake Forest. I need this to escape.