Does A New Year Have To Mean A New Life?

For those of you who have already read my blog, you may remember my post about the grass being greener on the other side.( Fot those who havn't scroll down. duh) Well, when I was younger, I moved alot. I got used to living in a place for about two years and then moving on to a new town and new school. That was all until 5th grade. I moved here, to this little town in Indiana, and that was it. We have been here for about 6 years now, and I have to say, it the best place I have ever lived. I have the most amazing friends here! Friends that have turned into family. But even with everything so wonderful, I am a dreamer. Constantly thinking of new places with new people and new adventures. Always dreaming of being somewhere else. Thats what we dreamers do. We dream of what we lack. We live there, in our little dream world, going on dream adventures with our dream friends in our dream lives. And when we get tired of that dream, we move onto another. Sounds kinda fun right? Well, Im afraid being a dreamer isnt all its cracked up tp be. I think a dreamers way of life should come with a warning: CAUTION- MAY ACTUALLY COME TRUE!Thats what happened to me. I have spent all my day and years dreaming of being somewhere else, and now it's happening. Im moving. I'm leaving my little town in Indiana for...DRUMROLL PLEASE......a little town in Alabama!! AH! I fear I have mixed feelings about the whole thing. On one hand Im really excited. Not only do I get my new adventure, but I am moving where my family is. Which is amazing and wonderful! But on the other hand, Im leaving my other family, my friends. I know everyone always says that the friends you have when your young never stay the same as your friends when you grow. But I can't imagine my life without them.

I'm in a pickle... I HATE pickles...