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“ Nooo! I don't want to move.” That's what I told my parents when they told me that they wanted to move due to the hot weather in Arizona.I didn't want to leave my friends and family,they were so much to me.

“It’s going to be an adventure”stated my mom. I later realized that they were not joking. We were really moving. So, we got a realtor, and put the house up for sale. It took a long time before someone put a offer on it.

Then we packed all of stuff into moving boxes. The house was empty like a bottomless pit. Later we sold our house and loaded the boxes into the moving van. We stayed in an apartment for a little while until we were ready to move. My mom repeatedly told me that it was going to be alright.

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