Growing up I was under the impression that everyone thought the same way I thought. I thought they saw life the same way I did.
I never understood why we all couldn't get along since we were all the same.
Every time I moved, I was forced to face change. Change in friends, my house, cultural differences across the United States, school systems and the difference in what I learned, fashion changes from coast to coast, and new climates. There were many more changes I'm sure affected how I see life, but I'm still figuring those out.
Moving was the only life I knew so those constant changes were my normal.
My normal probably wasn't your normal.
It seems that life is made up of a series of changes.