Change was never new to me.
But this time,
it felt more real.
Leaving my old school,
my friends,
and everything familiar—
it didn't hit me all at once.
It came slowly.
In small moments.
The last day.
The way people looked at me.
The silence after everything was said.
And then…
the shift.
A new place.
A new house.
Somewhere closer to my mother's new office.
Everything looked different—
the roads, the surroundings,
even the way the days felt.
But I didn't react much.
Not on the outside.
By then,
I was already used to adjusting.
New places didn't scare me.
New beginnings didn't feel exciting either.
They just… happened.
And I learned to move along with them.
A new school meant new people.
New faces.
New conversations.
But I didn't try too hard to fit in.
Not immediately.
I observed first.
Watched how things worked.
The same habit I had built over the years—
understanding before reacting.
Somewhere inside,
I knew this was another beginning.
Not a fresh start—
because I wasn't starting over.
I was just… continuing.
Carrying everything I had been through
into a new place.
Same me.
Just in a different setting.