How easy divorce must be for people without children.
Divorce really does nothing but affect the kids. It's great for the parents, they get rid of each other, it's all fine and dandy, but it's the kids who go through all the crap. Me, my one older brother Jonas and my parents all lived in Washington together. When they got divorced, Jonas and my dad moved to Florida where Jonas started college and then my mom and I stayed in Washington where I completed my last two years of high school.
I stopped talking to my dad but I kept speaking to Jonas on the phone or Facebook every day. We're close in a younger sister older brother sort of way. He's just two years older than me but he's always treats me like he's twenty and I'm only twelve when in fact, he's twenty and I'm eighteen. It's not really that he's overly protective, he won't care until he needs to and when he cares he tries not to show it but I can tell.
I'm surprised he even found the time to speak to me every day. Jonas is very lively and very sociable and funny and kind and just a very... awesome guy, I suppose. In Florida, he'd always be out with friends, seeing people, going to parties. He's a typical college frat boy. Literally. He has been at college for two years and is part of the most popular frat.
My dad moved away to England. He told us it was for work but we know it's because he's moving there with his girlfriend. So Jonas has come from Florida back to Washington and he was freaking about because he didn't want to leave his college but he didn't have the money to stay at the dorms and he didn't want to leave his friends. My mom sat us both down and we had a long talk and decided that we would all move to Florida. It seemed perfect. Jonas had come back during the summer so it's not like he was missing any time at college. We'd be there before his next semester began. I'd just graduated from high school and had been offered a place at Jonas' college (I'd only applied just so there was another option, but I guess it would do) so I could start there.
We're in the car now after the flight, on our way to our new home. It's dark but I imagine Florida is very sunny and cool. Cool as in not the temperature. I'm being very quiet. I'm always very quiet, I like my own company and I'm shy, but I'm being especially quiet in the car. It's not that I have a problem with moving, I'm not angry at anybody and it's not that I don't like Florida because I do from what I've seen so far. I just don't know where I'm going to fit here.