Choices. Choices come along many times in one person’s life. Some choices are easier to make than others. I have had to make many choices in my fifteen-year existence. Yet, only one choice stands out vividly in my mind. About two years ago my dad’s job got moved to Westport, Connecticut. Now for anyone that knows anything about Connecticut, Westport was the place to live.

As a million questions and answers ran through my head, I knew then and there that this was going to be the hardest decision I was ever going to have to make. This would ultimately change my life forever. I never realized how such an easy problem could have many solutions. On the outside, everything seemed fine, but inside it was like I was being torn apart. All of my friends were here, all my memories in my house, all my family lived here, how did my parents actually expect to now the answer.

I was so lost, that I couldn’t sleep at night. I had nightmares that I moved and my friends her never talked to me again, because they felt like I betrayed them. However, we took the next step and decided to fly up there, and "just see what things were like." I soon concluded that this was nothing like I had ever seen before. Their malls, the school, and the whole atmosphere were truly incredible. Up there, more kids go to private schools, so the population in each city school was much lower than here. Also, they offered a number of different sports than Georgia. Nevertheless, the shopping was unbelievable, and to top it all off we would only be about thirty minutes from New York City. So, of course, I was more confused than ever.

After months of trying to find out what was the "right" choice to make for my family and I, we decided not to move. My parents couldn’t bear to be away from their relatives, and to make matters worse my grandfather had just recently been diagnosed with the early stages of cancer. I was glad that the whole ordeal was over, after putting my parents through all the stress that I did. So, the time came for my dad to find a new job, and for us to move on with our lives.

I finally began to grasp the true many of right from wrong. Is it wrong to move? No. Would it have of been wrong for us to move? Yes. The only thing I wish for was that it wouldn’t have had to take so long to realize that. So, in conclusion, I will leave it with one final thought… Choices truly are a blessing. They allow a person to have some diversity in a not so diverse world. I only hope that it is not late for others to find out this lesson the way I have.