Memorial Day

It is memorial day. I dont have school. I always knew that memorial day was for people who had died, but for me it mean that I could have one more night of sleepovers and procrastination before going back to school. About a month ago my aunt died. I was named after her and it was a slow and not happy death. That was the first person I was really close to who had died. A week later my grandma fell down and hit her head, she also passed away. This is my first memorial day where I am actual remembering someone. I was driving down the street which runs through the cemetery. It was like a garden. Flowers everywhere and people dressed up to remember the fallen. It is memorial day. I miss you Aunt Margaret and my beautiful Grandmother.

This is what it is

There have been many people telling me that I need to write down everything or else I will forget. Somethings are better to forget, but I am happy, and want to remember what it is that makes me that way. I am what they call a "world traveler" but its not my choice. I am a dependent of my father who works for the foreign service. In the past 5 years I have changes schools 6 times. I have lived in the South Pacific, South America, Europe and the United States. I am currently at home living without my family so that I can experience what it is like to be an American teenager. That is what I am, but it has never seemed like it when I wasn't able to experience prom or spirit bowl. Instead I would sit in rooms while Marines told me the proper way to go about living in my current assigned country. I am not the only one who is moved around every couple of years by their parents. There is an entire community of Expat kids. Most of these kids have never spent more that 3 years in one place, so they are used to it. I am not used to it. I lived here for 11 years before my family began moving. I made friends and kept them. I am connected to this place because it is where I grew up, It is where I am from, and where I currently feel I belong.