What happened when I moved

Preface/Disclaimer o' Evil: Please know that in writing this post I am not trying to or meaning to in any way offend any person(s) from Indiana.

Well, when I first heard that my family would be moving to Georgia, I was fairly excited. It would be a new church, new town, new friends, new everything. My Uncle Jeff is the pastor of the church here, so I knew I would be hearing good preaching. But I didn't fully realize God's plan for me yet.
The move itself went smoothly, and we were soon comfortably settled in our new house. When I went to church, Sunday school, and youth group, I met good people and established friendships. But in a while, I started to realize just how real it all was. You see, in Indiana, I had become like a drone. I went to church/sunday school/youth group, heard some stuff, came home, and didn't really apply it that much to my life. Everything started to become schedule and time oriented("you didn't bring your bible, so you don't get points" which means I couldn't go on the special trip at the end of the year[just an example]). It was the trip at the end which drove some people, and not a want to serve Christ or obey His Word. I had become like those people. There weren't many good friends to guide me the right way.
(cont. in next post)