The Journey
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As I was on the plane I was reminiscing, of all the good times I had in Tobolsk. I was trying to accept the reality of it all. Was I going to fit in?Was I gonna make any friends, I don't know I guess it was going to be up to fate to decide. The plane ride felt like eternity, but finally we made it to LAX. We got a ride yo our new "home", I was gonna have to suck it up and face it. There was no turning back now. The house was pretty nice, not gonna lie. Either way I still missed my old home. We were going to live in Holmby hills, fancy right. My new bed room was really big, and I had my very own closet. the room already had magnificent wallpapers and a nice sized bed. My sisters' rooms were at the other side of the hallway from mine. My room felt like a mile away from everyone, which is kind of what I needed. The journey had been so long I was jet lagged. I needed a lit bit of rest before I explored some more. I decided to take a short nap. Only to wake in the evening, I was feeling better but as far as unpacking goes I still had a long way to go.
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