My dad got a job promotion in June of 2012, and his new job was taking us to Ponte Veda Beach, Florida. That was a four hour drive from Brandon. I was livid because I grew up in Brandon (right outside Tampa) since the first grade. To be honest, I was pretty popular at my school, too. I didn't want to leave, I had a great life!
My parents begged me to consider moving because it would help us as a family. The mood in the air of the house for the next couple months was tense. I had a good amount of reliable friends I could not imagine life without.
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| This is my best friend Paulina, one of the greatest people I have ever met. When I moved, posted this on Facebook saying, "Oh Jake. It's not easy for me to express myself but, you're one of the only guys that hasn't broken my heart and you have become the brother I never had. Thank you for all the memories. I feel like a part of your family."
 This is one of my major groups of friends at homecoming. I didn't know what life would be like without all the close connections between these people.
It was a rough period in my life, but we decided to move to Ponte Vedra that summer. I was not happy with the decision but I did what was best for the family. Although, I kept connections with a lot of my close friends and met a lot of new friends in Ponte Vedra! I don't regret moving four hours away in the long run.
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I like how you style this as a narrative. It's very sincere and, sad almost, though redeeming at the end.
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