It was a miserable, rainy day. I had to leave for London because my parents were in a bad situation.I was young, about ten, and in my head, I cried, although I physically didn't show any emotion. I feltr sick as we drove tword the air port. Life would be different in Brittan. A sea apart from my parents, friends, family, my life. It was too hard to leave because I had many friends, a girl friend, and now I would have to make new friends. It is like being different while the people around you are exactly the same.

"I love you, and always will, and don't forget it," were my last words to my girlfriend.

"I love you too, Joe," were her last words to me. We both tried not to but cried anyway. I slowly walked into the airport as I hung up. I went through security and got on the plane. After we took off, I went into the bathroom and cried, and couldn't stop.

I seemed unwelcome when I got off the plane. I took the aranged ride. It was the same. I was afraid and alone in a foreign land. I was led to my room, where I was alone. Ussually I liked my own room but I wished for a room mate. As soon as I unpacked, I layed in bed. I thought what might happen. It was overwhelming. I soon fell asleep, and this was a day to remember.