Moved, yet again. Another country, another house, same ole story.

Dad's an ammunition's technician for the military. We go where he's needed. This move has left us in the United Kingdom. Yay. I know no one. My only friend...my laptop. How sad is that?

I don't unpack anymore. What's the point, really? We'll just moving, yet again. Another country, another house, same ole story. Where have we heard that before?

I know it seems I'm looking for sympathy, but I'm really not. Just looking for some understanding. I'm 15, I'm at that age where it's not exactly easy to fit in.

I'll make some friends, new memories, rebuild my life...just in time to get posted.

My new friends, my new memories, my new life, everything will be left behind. We go where he's needed. Another country, another house, same ole story. Yet again.

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