Essay About Dreams

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In my idealistic brain it seemed like the best idea, but in reality it left me beaten down and hopeless. What was the purpose of continuing on if the only thing I had ever wanted was being destroyed? At the time it seemed like there was no purpose, but little did I know, my life was going to improve by letting one of my biggest dreams go.

Ever since I moved to Texas with my family I was always unhappy and resentful at my parents for leaving our old life behind. I’m still kind of resentful and angry for something they didn’t have control over. To fill the void, which was missing the only place I’ve ever known, I devised a plan at the beginning of this school year. I was going to live with my Grandmother back in my home state, Rhode Island, and attend school there as well. I was so unhappy that I wanted to live over 2,000 miles away from my family. The only people that have always been there for me. After months and months of endless persisting they agreed. I was on a plane the very next day.

I arrived. Everything was going as planned. I proved to my parents that they had made the right choice. I rekindled old friendships and started new ones with family I’d never even met before. My life felt perfect, but one part of me felt missing. My family. It’s too late to go back now. That thought replayed in my head like a broken record. …show more content…

I wasn’t thinking, it was like any other day. My Grandma freaked out. I’ve never seen her get so mad before. Later on I found out it was a combination of things that drove her to that point of frustration. I lost control. I couldn’t stop crying. So many things had led up that moment. I missed my parents and my dog more than ever, I needed my Grandmother’s emotional support, I needed to vent, and I needed my Mom. I couldn’t admit it though. I felt guilty and I didn’t want to give up and go home. I wasted everybody’s time and effort once

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