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Life in the UK was always fairly easy. My mates were old friends, buddies I could always count on for a good laugh, I could always rely on for anything. Making new friends didn’t greatly concern me, because I already had good friends by my side. But in 2005 that all changed: My parents decided that in order to have a better life, to give my sister and me the life they never had; we would have to move to America. I was scared, I feared for the worst. What if I couldn’t make friends? Do I even remember how to make friends? What if no one likes me?

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