As a kid, I never really grew up anywhere. I lived in one state for eight years but that was the longest I've stayed in one place. My father was in the military when I was born and I didn't know him until I was five months old. After I was born his contract was up so he got many job offers, causing us to move. So with learning who my father was, I also had to grow up to learn that I was always going to be the new kid. It doesn't matter how many times people have told me "You've lived here for a year! You're not the new kid anymore!" I will always be the new kids because I didn't grow up with these people. I don't know half their names, I don't even know much about the state I'm living in. Believe it or not, I have lived in seven different states which actually is a great fact about myself that when I play two truths and one lie, people assume that's the lie. In complete honesty, I am glad that I got to move around and see what each state is like. It also has sparked my love in wanting to travel different places, especially to different countries. The seven states I've lived in are Florida, South Carolina, North Carolina, Colorado, Ohio and New Hampshire. New Hampshire is where my actual house is, and Pennsylvania is where I go to college.

I was born in Florida but didn't live there long, only two years. We moved to North Carolina and South Carolina but I don't really remember those places. The only thing I remember from North Carolina was my baby brother being born. At this point, my dad was out of the military and decided to move us to Colorado for a job. Growing up my dad would always have the day shift, and then once he got home my mom would go to work for the rest of the night. Growing up I always got along with my brother because he was younger than me and would pretty much do anything I said. My brother was probably my first real best friend.

Then we got to Colorado, where I lived in an apartment for a few years and then our first real house. We lived there for about eight or so years, I guess you could say I grew up here. I started kindergarten in Colorado and we stayed there until I was only a few weeks into sixth grade. I loved Colorado because you could see the Rocky Mountains from my house. This is where I made my first best friend from school in second grade. School was always tough for me because fitting in was hard, and my best friend at the time would get me into a lot of deep trouble because I was gullible enough. I was desperate for friends and if she stayed my friend then I guess getting in trouble for her it was worth it at the time. Although I had a lot of trouble in school I still loved being in Colorado because it was just beautiful and if I could live up in the mountains I would.

We only lived in Ohio for a year because even though my dad had gotten a job offer here, he was offered yet another one at the end of that year. I was ahead of my friends in Colorado, because in Colorado sixth grade is still elementary, and I was now in middle school. I was again the new kid and an easy target for bullying that would carry with me until my senior year of high school. I hated living in Ohio because it made me sad, it made me angry and I was trying so hard to fit in that it just wasn't working. I did terribly in school and was failing almost every class I was in except English, which we can see helps me out in college.

Now I live here, in New Hampshire, where I continued the rest of my schooling. My brother and I went to the same school which meant we literally saw each other all day. We began fighting and it got to the point where my mom would yell at us for fighting. It got to the point where I wanted nothing to do with my brother or what he was doing. In school, I was very depressed, moody and also dealing with bullying. Once I graduated and went away to college the relationship I have with my brother has gotten a lot better now that I don't see him that often. He is now six feet tall and almost eighteen years old. But he will still be the most annoying little brother there is to offer. He keeps life entertaining and I'm glad he misses me while I'm away at college even though he won't admit it.

I did great in middle and high school but I wanted out of this city, and state. I live in Nashua, New Hampshire, and this place makes me just as sad and angry as Ohio did. Disliking it here is a major understatement. I have never lived in a city where there is nothing to do or nothing to see. You have to drive two or three hours just to go to a beach or Six Flags. I hate it here because I feel as though I am trapped in a box or a tight space. That's why I applied to all colleges outside of New England because I cannot stand New England. Of course, it makes perfect sense to not like New England because I am from Florida but its much more than that. I have found the people here to be snobby and mean and the accent is outright obnoxious. Not to say that mine is any better, I'm sure people here think mine is obnoxious and that's fine. New England is filled with a Dunkin' Donuts on every corner and I've never tasted coffee so disgusting or mediocre donuts. Not to mention I despise the New England Patriots. New England isn't for me and I'm glad I go to Penn State Harrisburg. It's my home away from home and I was born to be a Nittany Lion. Hopefully my major in secondary education for English and a minor dealing with animals will take me somewhere new.