Good-bye

I hate saying good-bye. Today I remembered when my best friend in Venezuela moved to Bogota, Colombia. She is called Katia. She's actually from Mexico and we met before we both moved to Venezuela. It's kind of a crazy story.

My dad was transferred from Mexico to Venezuela, where I was born. When we arrived there my mom told me that a new girl was moving too. Her dad worked in the same company as my dad and she had my same age! That was such a coincidence...Well she became by best friend and we were in the same grade in the same school. She was my best friend. Like you know I'm quiet and timid so it is very difficult for me to make new friends. She helped me a lot making new friends. I don't know what I would've done without her... We both played the same sports, except soccer (I hate soccer), and we were both smart.

Everything went right until my dad told me that we were moving to Saudi Arabia. I know what you think. I am supposed to talk about her moving, not me, but everything was so tricky and I have to tell you about this. I was shocked because we were used to live there and we had our friends and in Saudi it was totally different. Women couldn't show their entire face, just her eyes and they couldn't drive. Women couldn't do anything! My mom was also perplexed because she was always able to drive, and now she would just be on the "camps" (houses gathered together) doing nothing. She hates doing nothing. Well everyone told us that we were moving so I opened my big mouth and told Katia, a big mistake...

She started to cry. I messed it all up and I wasn't suppose to live in about two months. At the end I wasn't leaving. My dad got another job and we stayed. Now Katia was the one leaving! I tried to look normally but I was also shocked. I would loose my best friend... They were moving in July or so. When the day of saying good-by came I thought it wouldn't happen like in my case. I didn't want her to go...I felt really sad and kind of lonely when she left. I hate saying good-bye.

At the end I also leaved about five months later, in December. I moved here to Panama. When I first came here to search our home and school before it was too late. I came here one week in November and passed through Bogota! I ended visiting Katia in Colombia. She totaly changed, but at least she continued to be my friend. She still liked the stuff that we both liked before she moved and she kept writing to me. We are still talking by facebook and msn, but we are now in separate places. I still miss her, but I can also cisit her. I think it is easier to leave than to say good-bye.