Moving and friends

Well lets see....
Currently living in VA, left sunny San Diego because my dad got a new job that "pays better".
I shouldn't complain, I've got a bunch of friends who move, and they get used to it.
But I've had lived in San Diego for 13 1/2 years...and made a LOT of friends.
Personally I think that moving is a terrible experience...to have to pack everything thing up, and
then ship it to some desolate area, just so you can UN-pack it. Not only that, but to leave all your friends behind...such a sad, sad world without friends. I should know, I spent the whole summer without friends. True, I went to camps, and meet people. But you can't call someone you spent a week or less with a friend. A friend is someone who knows your secrets. You can tell them ANYTHING and they won't tell anyone. A friend is...someone who will laugh when you trip and then trip you again. Or...at least my friends would. x]
This is my first blog post, and I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to say. Much less what I'm supposed to write. But I think, I'll just end with this.
Bye 4 now