Going Away Parties

Lately Jordan's been quiet. Which is strange, considering a certain person's death recently. You would think that there would be crazier things, more stories, but there's nothing. I have so many stories about Jordan that I need to tell, and there's so many things to write about. But I don't know what. At all. I'm completely stuck. So if you have any ideas, anything you want to hear about just write a comment with your suggestion. I'll keep checking it everyday until you tell me what to write anyways.

But for now you'll just have to be stuck with a story, or a guide list to be exact.

When we move my family likes to have little parties. Just a time where all our friends can come out and be with each other for the last time. Here's some Do's and Don'ts for that.

Don't- Get a giant poster thing that can hang up on your wall for people to sign before you leave, and then leave it there unsupervised.

When we left New Jersey for Virginia we did exactly that, and while my friends and I ran around together some people decided to add some decorations to it. It is now complete with a Christmas Tree, little lines, hearts, unreadable messages and such. And right in the middle there's a boy that signed his name in very big letters. It covers a couple other names. But I would still call it a good idea because it does bring back memories and my friend's personalities are in each of the notes they wrote.

Don't- Throw a small party at a local play place outside of a Potbelly's, and then let all the girls run through Coldstone.

We did this when we moved from Virginia to here. Potbelly's is my favorite restaurant of all time, and it always will be. The party was fun, but there were a few angry adults afterwards.

We had all gone to Coldstone when we finished our dinner. And even though we waited in line, and didn't cut, there were a couple angry adults that would yell at us when we took to long to choose what we wanted.

Sheesh people, give us a break, I'm moving here! It's painful!

Do- Throw a party at a playground right on the beach and get a snow cone machine and have the whole entire first grade come over.

We did this when we moved away from Florida, and even though I was seven, I remember it very well. My friends and I had a ton of fun on the playground, and the parents talked under a shaded pavilion. Everyone got snow cones and went down to the beech. We all took pictures, and ran, and played, and just acted like this was a normal thing, like everything would be the same.

It never is though.

It hurts, especially as you get older. Moving wasn't horrible when I lived it Florida, it wasn't fun, but it wasn't the end of the world. Now it is. I've cried more and more as we move, I've hated the new house months longer.

Right now, Jordan feels like home, the embassy practically is my home. But next year, this feeling is going to be gone. I'm going to be sad, The realization that we're movingg again is going to hit me, and I already know that it's going to hit me hard.