Three years ago, I, with my Mom and Dad, moved to a new house. The first week I was so terrible to live in it. I was missing my perfect room with a red carpet on the floor and every night I was dreaming it. I was nostalgic. My mother told me: „Darling, I know you are missing the old home, but, look, you have a new beginning.” And she was right. I had occasion to make new friends, to go to another school and to live my life differently. In addition, I had my red carpet with me.
