It’s that time again, another move, it seems as if I was just arriving in Arizona yesterday. It’s not as if it came as a surprise to me: I’ve known my entire life to not get attached to people and to expect a move every few years. It’s just tough finally finding friends and belonging one second, then starting all over the next. It wasn’t all that bad at the beginning, when I was younger, but as time went on and siblings began to leave, I started to feel alone. Living in two different countries and three different states throughout high school was tough on it’s own, but after my brother, my last sibling at home, went off to college, I felt empty and incomplete. This emptiness inside of me affected my confidence and my ability to make friends,