Aubrey Koehler
B1

My decision

“ It’s choice- not chance that chooses our destiny”. There are many choices in life we all have to make, big, small, easy, and difficult. Some effect just that particular moment, or the out come of your whole life, which also affects how hard or easy the choice may be. It happens every second, hour, day month, or year, but it always happens.

When I was in the 7th grade, about a couple of months into my new school; I received the news that we where moving to Texas. My mom who had met a man, who it now my step dad, had decided we were going to move to Texas where he lived and worked. I was of coarse in shock that I was now leaving the only place I have known or loved, Utah. Dismayed as I was at the time, I also grew excited by my mom who was also bribing me by saying: we will be able to have out own house and pets for the first time, but what really put the icing on the cake I was promised by my step dad I would be able to eventually get a horse (which is a dream of mine) when the time was right. I was of coarse VERY sad and depressed too. I love Utah more than any thing, and I was leaving.

When I moved I discovered it was not at all what I had hoped. We did get our own house and pets, but the house was small (which isn’t good because my sister and I fight) and the neighbors didn’t have kids my age, in fact people at all. It was a small one story placed on yellowish, dead, flat scenery. I am a huge enthusiast for mountains, green pine trees and just beautiful nature all around me. This was nature but not beautiful.
I was placed in a school with people whom I didn’t know and who did not share my same morals at all. Not only that, I was the only LDS person in my whole school. Which was VERY uncomfortable. I love my religion so of coarse it is important to me but he problem was, I was not able to go to go to church because it was far away and my mom wasn’t active and my step dad not even a member. After being there for a couple weeks I began to reminisce about my home back west and the more I thought about it he more I missed it. I became so depressed I about exploded. I missed my grandma so must it was no longer enough to talk to her and all the people and places I loved very much. After talking and debating a long time my mom finally realized the facts; I was not happy, not just that but depressed and I couldn’t handle it any more, many more trials occurred as they do in life. I finally got to make another VERY hard but happy decision to move back home.

What does not kill you only makes you stronger, and this definitely made me stronger to help me face life. I do admit it is definitely still a trial and many trials come. (Like: being away from my mom, sister, and step dad who I love very much). I am grateful and happy to be back home, although, they where VERY difficult decisions to make, but I am of coarse glad I made them.