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The current Westtown seniors are leaving on their senior projects today, and I thinking of how it's been a year already since I flew off to a branch of our family that I had never met or hadn't seen since I was 1. I was scared. I remember Dad driving me to the airport on Saturday morning, at like 6 in the morning, and wanting to cry. I didn't want to leave Dad, and I was terrified to go live with an aunt that disliked my dad and the rest of my immediate family. And then I ran into Austin and Antone in the airport... and my fears disappeared. We were all going to places where we didn't know what to expect, what we were getting into, who we would meet, and how we would be changed.
Aunt Sandy and I ended up getting along somewhat amicably... and I loved San Diego so much that I stayed an extra two weeks with my cousins in their house in the mountains. And I would give almost anything to be that scared girl, terrified of getting onto that plane and going to a family she didn't know. It was one of the greatest experiences of my life...
...Funny how fear can do that.