Moving to China
When I was 16, my dad told me that we were moving to China. This meant leaving behind all of my friends and moving to a country where I didn't speak the language and where all of the residents apparently ate cats and dogs. I was pessimistic from the start and the first month of my time in China was the worst month of my life. I was so sad that I didn't eat and I cried whenever I thought about England and what my friends were doing without me.
However, it was hard to stay sad because China is one of the most cultural and beautiful countries in the world. The Great Wall of China is even more breathtaking than photos on Google Images will show you and the energy around you when you're walking in central Beijing is indescribable.