It was that time right before Christmas, when you're packed in the car with your whole family, rolling to church and wondering when the tone deaf singing is going to end. After checking that your hearing is, actually, still in tact you put your earphones in to drown out the noise. A White Christmas. That's what was playing as I looked out our jeeps window. I did as I usually do while trying to listen to music, I started to get distracted by everything else moving around me. This meant my sister swatting my brother, my brother dropping his book, his book getting wet, and then the snow still on his boots melting. I looked back out the window. It was getting dark, but I could still make out the snowflakes as we passed street lamps, stuck to the window pane. They were beautiful, and that's when I started to cry. It had been a hard adjustment, moving to a new city by myself. Like every single other normal student my age, I was worried I'd made the wrong choices. What if I had made a mistake? What if I had no idea what I was doing? What if I never felt normal again? My sister pinched me, and asked if she could have my ipod. I let it go, feeling a bit silly at having gotten upset over something so small. And it was that moment, that one right there, where I made the decision that has now changed my life.