It’s hard to believe, but four years ago today my family and I moved from Palm Beach Gardens, Florida up to Marlborough, Connecticut. Well, technically that’s incorrect. We moved to Manchester until September 1 when we closed on the house, but you get the idea. That was four years ago? Sometimes it seems like it was yesterday. Sometimes it seems like it was eons ago. I hated moving; funny how it turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. And not because Connecticut is some kind of paradise, far from it. But I learned how to change, which is something I did not know how to do at all. Moving in high school made going to college the easiest thing in the world. Getting a fresh start in Connecticut meant that I could get rid of all of the opinions made about me in the first two years of high school. All of a sudden I was a fresh face, and everyone wanted to know what I was all about. I had no idea that feeling could be so good. I thank God that He let me have a couple of years in the spotlight. Now it seems like that’s all he has for me at FSU (not to sound arrogant, just grateful). I’ve been truly blessed these past four years, and it all started with getting out of my comfort zone of PBG.
