Moving countries in a pandemic

By Honor, age 10

I thought that Covid was the worst, but really it’s not so bad. I was in London, at the best school, at the peak of my existence. I had tons of friends, I was doing well with school. What could go wrong? I’ll tell you what. Moving. I had to move to Vienna, Austria. Vienna is a beautiful place where my mother lived, and I liked going on holidays, but living there? No way. I couldn’t leave all my friends, and my school. But I had to. I cried and I begged, but my parents weren’t budging. As I said goodbye to my beloved house, I had a spark of hope, maybe Vienna won’t be so bad. After all of the stress about missing passports, and something forgotten, we finally got on the plane. I was so agitated, yet so excited. Fidgeting around with my mask and visor, I wished I didn’t have to wear them.

It was dark by the time we got to the house I was afraid to call home, and I was sure I could hear the wind howling “don’t go in.” Now, a year later, I’m loving my life, I am finally gleeful again.