Best friends and moving

Sherill Funston Wolterding

I HAD lived in the same town all my life and went to high school with friends I'd had since elementary school. My best friend lived right up the street from me. We were together constantly. I lived in a fantastic house and thought I had a normal family. Then, my junior year, I found out my parents were separating. My dad would move to another city, and my mom, brother, and I would move to a small, rented townhouse in a town an hour away. I'd have to attend a new school my senior year in high school — my graduation year!

My best friend's parents offered to let me live with them for the year. That was after everyone told me how terrible it would be to move my senior year. But I said, "No, thank you. I'll be moving with my mom." It certainly wasn't that I wanted to leave my best friends and find new ones. This just felt like the right thing to do.

Even before we moved, though, I found a new best friend, one that was so loving and caring that I knew I could move anywhere with confidence and a smile on my face. You may know that kind of friend or, at least, have dreamed of one like that. It's one that always has the perfect answer for every challenge and shares everything with you. It's the kind that really understands and appreciates you, makes you feel capable of tackling the toughest problem and confident enough that you can be loving to others even when no one else seems to be loving you.

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