Moving. That one word instigates butterflies to flutter all around in my stomach. Moving. One of the more difficult things to do.
After living in Europe for a long time, after making friends at a small school, going to an amazing youth group, after living a life; we are leaving.
Don't get me wrong, I've often wanted to leave and go back to my passport country. They speak my language there, they have better opportunities for me, they have my family.
However, I rather like living in this country. Staying here. Living and breathing in the polluted air of MY city. I am going to miss it.
Moving. The one word that instigated my stomach to go aflutter, and turn itself inside out.