The idea of moving to a different country in a different continent at the age of twelve was something I was not looking forward to.  I feared flying on the plane, thinking it would crash. I feared going to school and having to learn a new language. I feared seeing my dad for the first time in many years. I feared everything. I especially was not looking towards saying goodbye to my friends. I didn’t want to leave them, thinking that they would forget about me. In fact, some of them did, but there are still some people that I remain in touch with. I am thankful that not all of my friendships came to an end, but at least I realized who are my real friends and who I can count on.