So, in case you haven't read the previous posts closely, or at all; I'd like to make one point clear: I was in denial about moving to Houston. It hit me once everything was unpacked and organized and I had two empty months before school started. That first month is really a blur in my memory. I spent a lot of time online or watching TV until the early morning and then I napped almost all day.
My parents saw I needed to escape and that our family vacation wasn't coming soon enough. They flew me up to Massachusetts a week early to stay with my dad's sister Susan. That summer I learned how valuable family is.
Susan, her husband and three kids were there for me when I needed family like never before. It didn't take much, they didn't have extravagant plans for me, in fact, they were busy with their own lives. They did all the little things that show you care about someone. The change of scenery and some loving family support was sufficient to knock me out of my funk.
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