It was the morning of moving day. Our neighbors had just come over so we could exchange our bittersweet goodbyes. We were excited to go to a new place, see new things, have new adventures; but it doesn't make it any easier to leave a life you spent several years building. You really never get used to moving, even after doing it so often. We got in the car, ready to say our final farewell to the beautiful little town in Georgia, when our neighbor's little girl ran up and gave my mom, sister, and I each a delicate pink rose. A little piece of our old life to keep when we began again.