My defining moment was when i was 11 years old, facing the aftermath of my move away from Libya. While living in Libya, I attended an all American school, where I learned to love the school, culture, and especially friends, within my time of being there.This all changed quickly though, as when I arrived home on the last day of school, my father had broken the news to my family, that his company was sending him back to Canada. During the moving process, I was the furthest from happy, but finally began to embrace the closing of this chapter in my life. When I arrived in Canada, I got back into my regular routine at school, reconnected with old friends, but still missing Libya more than ever, constantly questioning why we had to move. My question was soon answered later, as a few months post-move, my dad came to pick me up from school early one afternoon, only to tell me that a few of our family friends from Libya had passed away. A war had broken out in Libya, and many people had died while trying to escape, the way our family friends had died. Ever since that day, Libya always became a reminder to me that everything truly does happen for a reason. I know a cliche quote, but i firmly stand by it, because I could have easily been caught in that mess. Not only was Libya a place full of memories that I will cherish for a lifetime, but also a reminder that life is precious, and it can be gone in an instant, just like that.