Dad came home the other day and said he had a surprise for us. He got a new job. And it’s a really really good job, which means we’re going to go to better schools. We’re going to move somewhere nice. We are all so happy. I don’t know why I was so happy. It’s not like I had started school yet. And I like our current home very much. But seeing mom and dad happy made me happy, too. ‘WHERE ARE WE GOING?’ I asked. That’s when everyone got real quiet, before bursting out with,


Dad paused for a second, before quietly saying, ‘We’re moving abroad.’ Everyone looked at each other, worried. I looked at everyone, too, but only because everyone was looking at everyone else. WHAT IS GOING ON?

It turns out moving abroad means leaving the country we are in and going to another one. Going very far away. When I asked if it was FAR AWAY FROM GRANDMA TOO, they started laughing again. They’re going to drive me crazy. Why are you laughing now?

Yes, we’re moving far away from them. In fact, we’re going to a place you can’t drive to. I was very sad at first because I like my room and my home and my neighborhood and my friends very much. I got even more sad when we started to pack our bags. Then my brother started putting one box on top of another. He first built a wall, and then a huge fortress. How does he come up with these ideas? I wasn’t to be outdone, so I made my own fort, too!

I loved playing box-fort. We had a lot of fun, but I’m still sad that we’re leaving.

We have a new life ahead of us. Everything will be very different. That’s why I decided to keep a diary. I’ll write about everything that happens to us in our new home. That way you can read all about it.