Aug 15, 1991
I looked out my window, gazing at our beautiful metropolis, knowing this would be the last time I would ever see it. My things are already packed, and everyone's waiting for me on the train. We're moving to Europe beacause Father says it'll be better there, but I don't see why. When he first broke the news to us, Mother looked like he'd announced a second honeymoon for them, she was delighted at the thought. Bess, my younger sister, seemed to have no opinion on the matter, as her face told me nothing. That was three weeks ago. I snapped back into reality when I heard the sound of Father's voice telling me to hurry up. I told them I needed five minutes to gaze upon it again. Those sights, I knew weren't going anywhere, and they would still be here if I ever had a chance to visit. Only I knew once we moved to Europe, we would move into a new house, make new memories, and live new lives set out for us. I knew we would go on to live brilliant new lives, and forget the one we're about to leave. But I've always been a strong-hearted girl, and I knew what I wanted. I knew I didn't want to leave. I also knew motivation was a powerful thing, and right then I knew exactly what I must do. The world wouldn't wait for me, yet I won't wait for the world either. But I could certainly meet it halfway. I boarded the train with my satchel in hand, on my way to a new adventure.

Nov 5, 1991...