When I moved away my family packed up all our things into boxes and big bags.

The boxes went on a big truck and the bags went with us in the car.

My sister and I watched my dad load the bags into the car. It took him a few tries for everything to fit.

I looked back at our house just as my mom came out the front door and locked it behind her. "Ready?" she asked. "Nope." I replied.

I hugged my neighbors good-bye and held in tears as I gave my dogs one last pet before they would go to live with our friend.

Then my family squeezed into the car. As we pulled out of the driveway toward the airport I looked back at our pretty white housed and whispered good-bye.

The airport was bright and busy. We checked our bags at the desk and made our way to the gate.

We boarded the plane and I sat next to my sister and mom. As the plane rolled away from the gate I caught a glimpse of the Chicago skyline. Then we were in the air and the city lights were getting smaller and smaller until they are specks of light.

Our seats had TVs and my sister and I watched movies until she fell asleep. The plane was quiet and dark. I felt like I was the only one who couldn't sleep.

7 Hours later the lights turned on in the plane and the flight attendants brought us trays with yogurt and fruit and what looked like turkey slices. I eat my fruit and left the rest.

It's the morning when we arrived in Stockholm, I was tired and cranky while we waited for our bags to arrive on the belt.

We loaded our bags into a new car and drove to our new house. It's white, but I didn't think it's very pretty. I was so tired but my parents said it's best to stay up.

My family unpacked our bags, I put my clothes and things into my new room. I wanted to talk to my friends but they aren't awake yet so I unpack and wait.

I go with my mom to the grocery store. We can't read the food labels so it takes longer than usual, we apologize to the cashier for not speaking Swedish.

It's dark when we get home but it's only 3 o-clock, but I can finally call my friends. We talk for hours.

We eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for dinner, and I go to bed early in my new room.

Days pass and I don't know what to do. I'm bored and lonely, I miss my friends, I miss my dogs.

I decide that I don't like Sweden. I don't like the stores or the food or the language or the weather. I decide I want to go home.

My friends are calling less and I feel like they are forgetting about me and making new memories without me

My mom suggests I go and explore the city. "Maybe you'll like it more than you think," She says.

I'm afraid to go out on my own. I'm afraid of getting lost, I'm afraid of not knowing the language. So I stay inside.