Best Friends

Don't you just hate it when your best friend lives in another country?
I'm sure many people live right next door to their bff but when you move alot like me, its gets really hard to see them or even speak with them. That happened to me three times since i was born. I have moved countries about five times in my life and I'm only 14 years old. So in average I stay in a country for about 3 years. I started moving since i was 10 months old and my most recent move was back to my home country, Colombia. Since two of the moves happened when i was small it makes sense that i don't remember all my friends and well at least right now I don't remember how i reacted to moving. When i moved from Venezuela, where i had made most of my first memories, I cried almost every night for about 3 months. It was really hard for me to be far from my mom for like two weeks, I was 6 years old. But soon after I got there I started making friends and I didn't even resent my parents for making us move to there. The best part was that my best friend lived in the same neighborhood and I would always go to her house. As we settled into our new life's I began to meet more and more people and I had almost forgotten all the good friends i had left behind, but not entirely. I still remember but were not as great friends since we haven't seen us in a very long time and well we have lost touch. This is really sad since lots of great friendships have died down.
As I started growing up and making more and more memories which would end up being my childhood memories I really started to think that I was going to grow up there with all my friends. And naturally I became attached to the idea and my friends. At the end of fifth grade I was ready to go to vacations like all of my class mates. Though two of my best friends were leaving, and i felt sad, everything seemed normal. The second to last weekend of May I received the worst news, I was moving back to Colombia. I couldn't believe it I was leaving my home and worst of all my best friend. You cant imagine all the nights I cried before and after leaving Argentina. When i got to Colombia, all i thought was that nothing would be better than Argentina. I cried, literary all the nights for about 6 months. I missed my friends and all the things that i was used to doing every afternoon. Don't get me wrong I have great friends here but those first months i just dreamed about going to Argentina and seeing my friends again as if nothing would have changed. Then I realized that there's no good in thinking what could have been. Whats in the past is in the past there's nothing you can do to change anything all you can do is live in the present. When I realized this everything just seemed so much easier and i made new best friends here. I still missed my best friends, but when i created a Facebook and saw that my best friend had one, we started talking again. I still talk to her now and though its not the same as having her here ,its better than to not have any contact with her at all.