"I hate New Orleans! I wanna go home!" I 1 to my mother as we moved boxes.2 , going home was not easy because my home was 1,100 miles away.
I was born and 3 in Virginia. Virginia was my home, and I never expected that to 4 . Last year, my parents decided to move to my mom's hometown, New Orleans.
Only three months after my parents made the 5 to move, I found myself moving boxes into our new house. My announcement to my mother that I 6 the new environment was mostly due to the fact that I felt like my entire life had been turned upside down. Far away from almost everyone and everything I had ever known, I was 7 . To make matters worse, I was starting high school in two weeks. Starting high school is a scary 8 on its own.
I spent my first few months in New Orleans, 9 wanting to go back to Virginia. But after that, I 10 that I had a choice. I could continue missing my old home, or I could start trying to build a new home right here. I 11 the latter.
As soon as I stopped giving all my 12 to how much I missed Virginia, I was able to begin accepting the love that local people were giving me. I joined some clubs at school, which gave me the chance to make friends. My neighbors taught me how to cook some local food, and I found a wonderful 13 of neighbors. Overall, I seized every possible opportunity to 14 myself and to rebuild my life.
Because of my resilience (适应力) in creating a new home for myself and the 15 that local people have shown to me, home is right here.
