Moving here was a shock. And a pain...It turned out that we would be moving before my friend would and I'd be seperated from my 3 best friends! It was horror, terror and a lot of crying was done. Every time I saw my friends I'd start to cry and think how I'd miss them...Every sunday in church we'd sit together and think of things to do that we could never do again. Luckily we had e-mails or mobile phones and keep in touch, but that wasn't enough. And it still isn't. I see my best friends once or twice a year and we find it hard to part when the holidays together end. But that is life.