The art of letting go

It was my last year in high school, preparing for finals and simultaneously packing to move across the country with my family. It felt like, just as I started to settle and find my place, we had to start all over again. Going to school in the early 2000’s was different, no one had cell phones. We all made time for each other and met in person. I remember being the quite one amongst my friends, the one that was just “there”.