Growing up is difficult.

Growing up in a third world country is also difficult.

Moving away was hard.

It wasn't easy.

I dont think it'll ever be.

A lot of sacrifices were made

We had to start a new life.

We had to leave everyone.

My aunts and uncles,

My cousins,

My childhood best friends,

Everyone.

I was told it was going to be okay.

I sure hoped so.

That was nearly 14 years ago.

To this day,

I think I'm okay.

I have lots of friends,

Even a lot more family friends,

I thought about the future,

I also thought about the past,

But never for too long.

I matured,

I grew up,

There were ups and downs,

Just like a seesaw game,

But I'm sure that's normal.

I visit back home from time to time.

Everyone misses us,

We miss them too,

The goodbyes are always hard.

I don't think it will ever be easy.

It's life, though.

It's time to grow up.