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has anyone ever just started a new life?
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pitbullstl
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jerkbox said:
It's a ballsy move man. Basically it really depends on how much you value your network of friends and family, everything else can be replaced/subsituted.
A good friend of mine did this after grad school. He just up an left for Europe one day, never to be heard from again, this was 5 years ago. I miss him a lot...
StickFigure
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About 12 years ago, I was deeply involved in drinking, drugs, partying, and the occult. I came to a realization through some circumstances I cannot disclose, that I needed to change my life. I was living with 9 roommates from every sort of background, hung with about 10-15 friends on a regular basis and was usually the initiator or should I say instigator of most of our mistchief(sp).
I realized the only way I was going to get away from that life was to basically disappear. However my "friends" didn't let me just go "quietly in the night". It was a fight and a struggle for several months but I finally managed to break free, but not without some people, myself included, getting hurt.
At the time it seemed terrible but as I look at it today, it was the best thing I ever did for myself!
I realized the only way I was going to get away from that life was to basically disappear. However my "friends" didn't let me just go "quietly in the night". It was a fight and a struggle for several months but I finally managed to break free, but not without some people, myself included, getting hurt.
At the time it seemed terrible but as I look at it today, it was the best thing I ever did for myself!
nvrbuffenuff_girl
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Thirteen years ago my family and I moved from Puerto Rico to Florida. My dad moved first. He came to Florida with his suitcase full of clothes and his carry on was a suitcase roller cart with a toolbox with as many tools as he could fit that weighed less than 40lbs. (the max. allowance for carry on baggage). My parents didn't tell anyone. At first, my brother and I didn't know exactly what was happening. We just knew we weren't going to school when school started the fall of 1991. While all our friends were going to school, we'd stay home, play and go to work with our mom.
Slowly, we'd see things "disappearing" at our house. First the living room set. Then the dining room set. One day some people came to buy mine and my brother's bedroom sets. Everything was out of our house except our clothing and some household items such as towels, dishes, flatware, and a stovetop coffee maker. Our dog was with us too.
Two months after my dad moved to Florida my mom, my brother, and I got on a plane with one suitcase each, our dog in her carrier, and one box weighing 70lbs. All our housewares, school records, medical records, and some photos were in the box. We arrived in Florida. Some guy my dad met when he first moved to Florida was there to pick us up with my dad. We drove for what seemed like forever to the city we would reside in.
I remember pulling into the parking area of the duplpex we first lived in and thinking how different everything was in comparisson to the farm we lived on right on the beach with tons of land in Puerto Rico. My brother and I took our dog for a walk after everyone brought all our belongings in. I remember seeing men wearing green uniforms carrying huge guns and this big black thing across the street from where we lived. It thought wow this is like real life G.I. Joe action. We only lived there for about 4 days before we moved. Years later I realized those were narcotic agents doing a drug bust. We lived in a ghetto for four days!
We were fortunate to arrive to a house almost fully furnished. We all had complete bedroom sets, cooking utensils, a living room set, dining room set, and other furnishings. My dad somehow managed to get all these things as donations from people he met the two months he was alone.
I had to adapt to this new life in a new place where I didn't even understand what people were saying. I only knew Spanish at the time. At first it was a complete culture shock! Schools were completely different. Music was different. The way people lived was different. I had no friends and making friends was nearly impossible as we couldn't communicate. It was scary for being a 9 year old. In three months I became a proficient English reader and speaker.
We didn't run away from anything. My parents just wanted us to be fully bilingual and there was really nothing in Puerto Rico to look forward to. Crime was increasing, it was becoming more overly populated and other things. I never kept in touch with amny friends or anyone that we knew as children in Perto Rico. Looking back, I am glad my parents made the decision to move us.
Slowly, we'd see things "disappearing" at our house. First the living room set. Then the dining room set. One day some people came to buy mine and my brother's bedroom sets. Everything was out of our house except our clothing and some household items such as towels, dishes, flatware, and a stovetop coffee maker. Our dog was with us too.
Two months after my dad moved to Florida my mom, my brother, and I got on a plane with one suitcase each, our dog in her carrier, and one box weighing 70lbs. All our housewares, school records, medical records, and some photos were in the box. We arrived in Florida. Some guy my dad met when he first moved to Florida was there to pick us up with my dad. We drove for what seemed like forever to the city we would reside in.
I remember pulling into the parking area of the duplpex we first lived in and thinking how different everything was in comparisson to the farm we lived on right on the beach with tons of land in Puerto Rico. My brother and I took our dog for a walk after everyone brought all our belongings in. I remember seeing men wearing green uniforms carrying huge guns and this big black thing across the street from where we lived. It thought wow this is like real life G.I. Joe action. We only lived there for about 4 days before we moved. Years later I realized those were narcotic agents doing a drug bust. We lived in a ghetto for four days!
We were fortunate to arrive to a house almost fully furnished. We all had complete bedroom sets, cooking utensils, a living room set, dining room set, and other furnishings. My dad somehow managed to get all these things as donations from people he met the two months he was alone.
I had to adapt to this new life in a new place where I didn't even understand what people were saying. I only knew Spanish at the time. At first it was a complete culture shock! Schools were completely different. Music was different. The way people lived was different. I had no friends and making friends was nearly impossible as we couldn't communicate. It was scary for being a 9 year old. In three months I became a proficient English reader and speaker.
We didn't run away from anything. My parents just wanted us to be fully bilingual and there was really nothing in Puerto Rico to look forward to. Crime was increasing, it was becoming more overly populated and other things. I never kept in touch with amny friends or anyone that we knew as children in Perto Rico. Looking back, I am glad my parents made the decision to move us.
Great story girl.
As for myself, I am cursed with the bug, where i get bored in one place quickly. Ever since I was 18, I have never lived at my home town full time. Right after high school, I went far away from home with some friends to work for a winter, where we made THICK cash! Very crappy job, but i was 18, working with my friends, and made THICK CASH, especially for an 18 year old. Did this for 2 years, and decided that was enough, then checked into Universtity. I went away to universtity, in a different city (Halifax), and returned to my home town in the summers, to work and be with family and friends.
After graduation I have moved again to another city, where I have worked at 3 different jobs in my feild and am doing quite well for myself. I agree with others, you never have the friends that you have growing up. I still keep in VERY close contact with all my friends from back home, and we are all spread out all over the place. I get the urge HUGE now, to pick up and go all the time. My temporary solution now is to save up and take trips. Last year I went on a surfing trip for 3 months, backpacking through Nicaragua, Costa Rica, and Panama. This year, I am going travelling in South America for 5 months starting in Jan.
I keep telling myself, that i should be settling down, buying a house, with white picket fences, getting married, raising a family etc., but there just seems to be too much out there that I want to see and do. Travelling is the best thing that a person can do in my mind. Its such an eye opener to the rest of the world. My issue now, is that I have always wanted to live in another country sometime in my life besides Canada (not the US either). So next year I am going to look at relocating to another country maybe. There is so much opportunity out there if you arent scared to take a risk and be adventurous.
I know many people who grow up in their one small town, have no interest in seeing anywhere esle, and live their their whole life. I would rather put a gun to my head, but to each there own. Its true what people say ... once you start seeing other parts of the world, you get a bug, and it becomes an addiction. I am thinking that if its something that you really want to do ... and you are in the right situation to do it ... than by all means do it. It will probably be one of the best experiences of your life.
Cheers,
Mavy
As for myself, I am cursed with the bug, where i get bored in one place quickly. Ever since I was 18, I have never lived at my home town full time. Right after high school, I went far away from home with some friends to work for a winter, where we made THICK cash! Very crappy job, but i was 18, working with my friends, and made THICK CASH, especially for an 18 year old. Did this for 2 years, and decided that was enough, then checked into Universtity. I went away to universtity, in a different city (Halifax), and returned to my home town in the summers, to work and be with family and friends.
After graduation I have moved again to another city, where I have worked at 3 different jobs in my feild and am doing quite well for myself. I agree with others, you never have the friends that you have growing up. I still keep in VERY close contact with all my friends from back home, and we are all spread out all over the place. I get the urge HUGE now, to pick up and go all the time. My temporary solution now is to save up and take trips. Last year I went on a surfing trip for 3 months, backpacking through Nicaragua, Costa Rica, and Panama. This year, I am going travelling in South America for 5 months starting in Jan.
I keep telling myself, that i should be settling down, buying a house, with white picket fences, getting married, raising a family etc., but there just seems to be too much out there that I want to see and do. Travelling is the best thing that a person can do in my mind. Its such an eye opener to the rest of the world. My issue now, is that I have always wanted to live in another country sometime in my life besides Canada (not the US either). So next year I am going to look at relocating to another country maybe. There is so much opportunity out there if you arent scared to take a risk and be adventurous.
I know many people who grow up in their one small town, have no interest in seeing anywhere esle, and live their their whole life. I would rather put a gun to my head, but to each there own. Its true what people say ... once you start seeing other parts of the world, you get a bug, and it becomes an addiction. I am thinking that if its something that you really want to do ... and you are in the right situation to do it ... than by all means do it. It will probably be one of the best experiences of your life.
Cheers,
Mavy
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