I don't know if I want to leave this place. After all, this is the only home I remember ever since I was really small.
Our family is getting ready to move to Galveston, Texas. We live in Burleson, right now; Burleson is just below Fort Worth. We've lived here for the past five eight years, since I was something like two years old (I'm now ten); I went to school here (sixth grade to the twelfth); I made many friends and I hate to leave them like this.
Before Burleson, we lived in Fort Worth, but of course, I don't remember that. We moved to Burleson when I was two. Now we're going to be moving to Galveston; my daddy is getting a transfer, on account of his job. He works for an accountant and the accountant is moving his business to Galveston; so of course, that means we have to move too, so Daddy can continue to work for Mr. Oberstaffer. He really likes his job and he likes his boss.
For the past month or so, we've been packing up everything; now we are sleeping on sleeping bags (I say on because it's too warm to sleep IN them) and only a few pieces of furniture remain. We will be leaving for Galveston on Monday. That's only two days away. Then the life we knew here in Burleson will be history. That means new neighbors, new people to get to know, new experiences, new places to visit and see, a new school for us kids, and of course, new friends.
I am kinda sad about leaving Burleson. After all, I've lived here for all but the first two years of my life; it's become home for me. I really don't want to go to Galveston!
I mean, what would happen if we were living in Galveston and we got blown away by a big ol' hurricane? And what if there was a shark in the Gulf of Mexico?? I don't even want to think about that, but of course, I can't help it .... now I really DON'T want to move to Galveston! I wanna stay here in Burleson!!