I finally moved into my new home on Long Island during the middle of the school year and i didn't have time to go to the barber so i let my hair grow out.
Back when i used to have a ugly buzzcut and lIved in queens all my life with my giant family. It was a very hectic household.
It was the end of summer and i was around my friends i knew since 5th grade.
I went to school being bored everyday and there was nothing new to do.
I eventually made friends and just accepted that i moved to long island and that everyone moves at least once in their life.
My family had other ideas of ending the summer rather than having fun. They thought it was best to move to long island
I explored the neighborhood and walk my dog there to think about things clearly.
Me and my friends always talked about going to highschool together and having fun but me moving to long island now i knew that would never happen.
It took a week to move all of the boxes from my old house to my new house. The way i ended my summer was lifting boxes.