The Random Writings of Rachel: Breaking the News

Breaking the News

We were eating lunch at Arby's when my mom broke the news to us kids that we would be moving overseas. I started crying into my curly fries while my little sisters started jumping up and down for joy. Somehow, it seemed as if this shocking, out-of-nowhere kinda news was exactly what they'd been waiting for during their entire less-than-a-decade of life. My sister, Anna, to this day, is still the type who feels that life gets a little too boring unless she moves to a different house at least once every few years (she's lived in, like, 7 houses in her 18 years, so I guess she's gotten her wish).

That's never been me. The 11-year-old crying at Arby's had already come up with big plans for her future. I was going to grow up in western Kentucky with all my best friends--when we got drivers' licenses we'd go to the mall in Bowling Green together, and when we graduated from high school we'd all go to college together. In my own mind, Kentucky was the only place I wanted to live, so when faced with the news that we'd be leaving soon, I didn't have the jumping-up-and-down with excitement reaction that the younger kids did.

Mom bought us some Arby's chocolate pies to cheer us up--except I was the only one who really needed cheering up, because the rest of them were already happy--adding chocolate pie on top of that happiness was just a bonus.

{Our first family photo on the shore of the Indian Ocean}

We didn't leave right away. It took quite a while for all the logistics and legalities involved in moving a family of 8 to the other side of the world to be worked out. On our last day in America, Mom and Dad took us all to the movie theater (at this point in my life, I could have counted the number of times that I'd visited a movie theater on one hand, so this was a pretty special event) to see what was probably the only family-friendly movie playing at the time: Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement

They bought me over with chocolate pie and a funny movie. I had no idea what was ahead, but with the vehemence only a preteen could have, I was pretty sure it wasn't going to be great.

I changed my mind 7 days after we arrived.

{This is the first post in my Write 31 Days Series: 31 Days of Growing Up In Malaysia.}

23 comments:

  1. Ahh, Rachel! I think I'm going to love this story! Thanks so much for sharing with us. I was in tears when we moved from our house in Portland, Oregon when I was 8...I was very excited to move, but so sad to leave my friends and home. Love the family photo!

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  2. Wow, what an adventure. Love your big family!

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  3. Hi! Thanks for your visit to my blog. I'm looking forward to following along on your journey.

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  4. I'm already loving this story! I can't wait to read each installment!

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  5. Crossing cultures is fascinating; especially through the eyes of a young person. Thank you for sharing your story! -- Oh, and I LOVE the blue hair. I did blue pieces earlier this year. It's so fun!

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  6. oh i am so glad you are writing about this!!! i can't wait to read the rest all month long! :)

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  7. I hate moving a lot too. Luckily, we did not get to move that much when we kids. Your story sounds so interesting. Can't wait to read the next installment!

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  8. What a neat topic for a 31 Days series! Look forward to learning more of your story!

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  9. Your life is so fascinating, Rachel! It seems like this story is going in the direction of 'you're glad you didn't grow up in Kentucky' haha :)

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  10. I'm so excited about this series! Can't wait to read more about your transition. And glad to hear it only took 7 days!

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  11. These are gonna make me cry for 31 days

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  12. Moving is such a massive thing...especially for a kid. You came around quickly!

    bisous
    Suzanne

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  13. Aww. Poor little Rachel. I would have been the same way! I think I might still act like that today. But oh how I wish the news of moving to another country could make me as excited as your sisters! I think there's just too much to deal with in the moving process to get me excited about it.

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  14. wow that would be quite the shock at that age. I remember going to see that movie with my mom and little sisters! My littlest sister was still a baby and let's just say it didn't work out as mom had planned haha

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  15. I totally understand that feeling. I've had been to 15 different schools by the time I graduated high school. I was kind of like your sister though, I loved moving around and now it's hard for me to stay anywhere longer than a year without getting a little antsy. I really like this post! :)

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  16. Wow, poor little you... that is a HUGE move! I will be interested to read the rest of your saga! :)

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  17. What a neat idea! I can't wait to hear the rest of the story (stories)!

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  18. I love how you're telling the story a little at a time! SO cute!

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  19. Oh my gosh! You left me with a cliff hanger! Great idea to do that and spread out your story! Can't WAIT to read on!!

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  20. Amazing story, I went something similar sans the chocolate pies. Your mom had that part figured out. I can't wait to read more!

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  21. haha, what a way to be bought over!

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  22. I am the same way too! Staying and living life in the home I always knew...excited to hear more about the journey!

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  23. Man. I know it must've been hard to move, but I'm SO jealous that you got to spend time there!

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