Moving House 2

Dear Diary,

We are moving again. This is the third time t his year. What I love about moving is meeting new friends and neighbors.

I remember the first time we moved. I was 4 years old. I was too young to pack my suitcases and boxes. I got help from my dad. The moving truck took our stuff to our new house. I remembered the first time we came to our street. It was a very snowy winter. The place looked very rural. I watched the kids sledding on the road and throwing snowballs at each other.

Now I’m leaving in a hot summer evening. The place we are moving to will be crowded because it’s an urban area. My mom said there are shopping malls, cinemas, stores, cafes and restaurants. She said there is a zoo too, but I don’t like zoos. I think animal s should live in their natural habitats, not in cages.

My dad will work in a factory as a director. My mom will go to the university located near our house. Let’s see what kind of adventure is waiting for us there, dear diary. I will write as soon as we get there.