We are moving out???

Changing Places

A home is a place where you feel secure and happy. You love your home, and it is where you want to stay, the rest of your life. I woke up, it was a normal school day, and I got ready to go to school, and left my house. I actually had a lot of fun that day, and I was planning to go to a friend´s house, but my parents did not give me permission. When I arrived to my house, everything was awkward; it seemed my parents were hiding something. My whole family and I went that night to have dinner together, and my parents told my siblings and me, that we were going to move. We did not care a lot about the news, until they told us we were not only moving from house, but also from country. When we heard this, we were shocked; it was not exciting at all. We all asked why, and they told us that it was because they wanted us to spend more time with my family, so that was why we were leaving to the place where they all lived.

After we got the news, we still had two more months in our home. We tried to enjoy to the fullest, and spent a lot of time with our best friends. It was horrible to think that soon, I would have to say goodbye to all of them, and did not know if I was going to see them again in my life.  I had a lot of farewell parties. I did not want to leave; I could not imagine myself, starting a whole new life, in a different country, I had to meet new people, and find new friends. The days before we left, were packing days. I had to pack my whole room, furniture, clothes, etc… It was not cool, because I was leaving the house, were I lived 9 years. The day finally came, I could not stop crying, even though I knew, I was going to live with my whole family, and maybe it would be better for all of us.

The flight to get to my new home was the least exciting one I have ever had. I just wanted to get back to my country, and hang out with my friends. Two hours later, I arrived to my new “home”. I saw my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, and then went to see my new house. I t was pretty cool, although it was smaller than the one I used to live in. I shared room with my sister, and at least I did not have to sleep alone, while being sad. Days after I arrived, I went to my first day of school. It was the worst experience, because I went to a place where everyone was unknown to me, and I had to try to make friends. That first day, I got back to my house, without new friends. I did not want to go back there, and be the loser one for the rest of my life. My parents made me go back, and after a few days, I finally had a great group of friends, who made me feel received, accepted. Even though they were not the same as my best friends, at least I had friends. Day by day, I got to know them better, I realized, that maybe I had a different vision about moving.

I was finally getting adapted, and that feeling I used to have, changed to a happy feeling. I was actually enjoying, I was spending time with my whole family, had new friends, everything was going perfect. I was accepted in the soccer team, the basketball team, and the volleyball team. I signed up for dance classes, and I was really happy, with all the activities in which I was.

I lived there for 4 years. One day, when I came back from school, the story repeated. My parents told me we were moving again, but this time, we were going back to my old country. I was pretty excited, because I was going to get my normal life back again, but at the same time, pretty scared, because things change a lot in four years. Packing days came back, and again I had an awful flight coming back. I arrived to my old country, and everything started from zero. I changed school, lived in a new house, and had to be confident again with the ones who used to be my best friends. Time passed by, and everything was normal again, my friends were back, and I love them. Maybe moving so many times, made me scared, or worried, but thanks to it, now I have a lot of friends, and now going to new places is not as scary as it was before. 

There comes a point in which we stop being friends, and we become sisters!

An important person

A few years ago, I had the privilege of meeting the person I now call my best friend. She came from another country, and I had the chance and luck to meet her.  We have always been really close to each other, and have always been there whenever we need support. Five years ago, I went to live to another country, and because of the distance, we stopped being best friends. We were still friends, but not best friends. When I came back, we barely talked to each other, and I didn’t have anyone to tell my secrets to.  I don’t know how, last year we recovered our trust, and created a whole new friendship in which everything was excellent, it was like a movie friendship. I really appreciate the moment when we began to be like this again. I finally found someone I could trust, and have really funny moments.

She is really special, honest, trustable, loving, and supportive. It is really funny, because we always like to pretend we are sisters, and we make up jokes, telling people we meet, that we are sisters. Sometimes, we have been asked if we are sisters, I don´t know why, because we don’t look alike. She is taller than me, her eyes are slanted, sometimes her hair is curly, and mine is always straight, but actually I don’t mind being asked, because I do consider her a sister. The best experience I´ve ever had with her was in a trip we made together.  It all started with a road that was supposed to take two hours, and ended up being six. When we finally got to the place, we were already stressed, we were starving and the restaurant was already closed, and it was raining a lot. We decided to go to our room and sleep, to our surprise, when we entered the hotel room, we found a big, green and ugly toad! We couldn’t stop shouting; I think we woke up everyone. A worker came, and took it out of our room. Finally, we could go to our room and sleep. The next day, adventures continued to appear.  When we woke up, we were offered to go on a boat ride, obviously we both said yes. After the whole ride ended, we decided to go to the pool, because it was really hot. We saw the water was green, so we got disgusted and said we were not going to get in the pool. A worker told us that it was because the pool was being cleaned with seaweed, that there was no problem if we wanted to get in. We got in, and it actually did not have anything wrong. After a while, we began to play pool games, and one of those included diving into the water. It was my friend´s turn, and she dove in, when she got out, an enormous, red with black grasshopper was right behind her, we both panicked and our reaction was to take it out of the pool with a leaf.  After taking it out of the pool, we felt really bad, because at the moment we put it in the grass, a bird flew by, and ate the grasshopper. We couldn’t believe it. I have had a lot of funny moments with her; I would never stop telling them if I wanted to tell them all. Other anecdote with her, which is one of my favorites, was when we had to stay in a stranger person´s house, because we went on another trip, and that was where we had to stay. It was the weirdest thing that has ever happened to us, but really funny too. In the house, there were two dogs, and one cat. One day, we were using the computer, on the dining table, and suddenly, the cat climbed up the table, we don´t know why, it started to convulse or something similar. We did not know what to do, so we just ran and called its owner. The next day, the cat was taken to the hospital, and he was sick. It was weird in that moment, but now every time we think of it, we cannot stop laughing.

 This year, we have had a lot of fights, which have separated us. We have tried to fix everything, and actually it has not been any easy. Right now, we finally solved everything, and we are just the same as we were a few months ago! I really appreciate her friendship, and enjoy being with her. I love having so many inside jokes between us, and telling so many jokes too. We talk all the time, and not get bored. Even though we fight, we both know we will always be best friends no matter what.

What a mess!

Talk about the weather. 


Last year a series of natural disasters was responsible of a lot of chaos in my country, Guatemala. It all began with rainy days, a volcano eruption, and ended with many people affected. Rainy days affected families, especially the low-class ones, and affected the whole country´s way of working. People were evacuated from their houses, and taken to shelters, were they received attention, and the basic things to live. After several rainy days, the biggest of all the disasters occurred, Pacaya volcano erupted, and it caused a large and gray cloud in the sky, it left too, many traces of ashes on houses, cars, and people. Even though, it was only ashes, this event was the one who destroyed and affected almost everything involved. People, who lived near the volcano, were the most affected. Big volcano rocks fell on their houses, sweeping them, and even burning them.  Houses, cars, streets and drains were ruined by all the volcano sand, and ashes.  It was unbelievable, to think that this was happening, and even harder to think of all the people who had nowhere to go because they had lost everything. Many of us couldn’t go out of our houses, because everything was covered with sand. In my case, the condominium where I live, was full of ashes, every single street, car, yard, everything. It seemed pretty difficult to clean it up, and then I saw all the gardeners trying to clean all the sand with shovels and brooms. I felt really bad for them, and went to help them; here I noticed that what seemed pretty difficult actually was difficult. I helped them clean, and during three hours, I cleaned without stopping, until we finally got the place almost clean.  By order of government, school was cancelled, for about 3 days mandatory, and optionally for longer. My school was cancelled for a whole week, until everything was under control, and school was clean. It took them a lot of time to clean it up, because all the roofs were full of sand, the football field was black, every single thing around us, was black. The week without school was really boring, because we had homework, and we couldn’t go out, because it was impossible to be in the streets. So I stayed the whole week at home, waiting for news, and watching the news. The night before the volcano erupted, I was at a friend´s house, with a lot of other friends.  This night, happened to be the rainiest one. We all had to stay there until the next day, because driving was extremely dangerous, and almost impossible. I actually had a lot of fun at my friend´s house, but at the same time, we were all worried, because of the situation. When everything returned to normal, and how it used to be, it was still really difficult to move on. Lots of things were ruined, specially, for people who had things not covered by a roof.  Streets and roofs, were still full of ashes, even weeks after. My mom, my sister and I, wanted to help people, because we saw in the news, how the whole country was. We decided to go to an orphanage, and we helped them clean the whole place, by removed all the volcanic sand. After I did this, I could actually feel satisfied with my work. I wanted to keep on doing this, so I continued helping people affected by this. Maybe I wasn’t helping them in a direct way, but I tried to send things, food, clothes, every time I could. Days after, I began to think about what had happened. And I realized, that if I had been affected, having a house, a car, and a place where to stay, how would other people, who don’t have anything of these, be in that moment. Since that day, I began to appreciate more and more, every single thing I have, and I learned to help, and to give. For many, this might have been a catastrophe, but for me, it was a catastrophe and a life learning lesson. Because it inspired me to help, and showed me to care about the people who surround me and lives with me.