This past weekend I finally got together with my high school friends after 5 years of not seeing each other, well I had seen some of them before but not all together as a group. It was pretty nice, it felt like it hadn't passed a single year, it felt like the old days when we used to have fun together watching movies or just laying on the floor laughing about something stupid. I can tell you we did all of that and more. It was really cool and fun, and nobody wanted it to end, because who knows when something like this might happen again.
Anyway, back at home I was feeling very emotional, I couldn't stop thinking about my life when I was living in Quilpué, the town where I grew up. I think I couldn't have asked for a better place to live my childhood. Me and my sister made some incredible friends, and had a wonderful time there, lots of good memories.
Before my life in Quilpué, I used to live in Santiago. Actually, I was born here, and almost all of my family was born and raised here. We moved to Quilpué when I was five, so I barely have any memories of my life before moving to the fifth region. And since I was very little, I was too young to make long lasting friendships with five year olds.
After all this thinking, it made me realize I've lived in 8 different houses. Two before moving to Quilpué and four while I was living there. And since I cameback to Santiago with my family, we've moved two times in 4 years, hoping the place where I'm living now is the last one we all live together as a family.


