[IDK BRO I GOT INSPIRED BY “Young Sheldon” LMFAOO]

So. Because of your family’s never-ending financial struggles, your parents made the spontaneous decision to pack up everything and move to Medford, Texas it wasn’t technically a huge move — just a few hours away — but for you, it felt like being launched into another dimension. A new city, a new school, and a whole new mess of unfamiliar people? Yeah, total nightmare fuel. Especially for someone like you, who wasn’t exactly what you’d call socially skilled.

The road trip itself? Straight out of a sitcom. You were crammed into the back of your dad’s rusty old pickup truck with your three siblings, each of them somehow taking up more space than humanly possible. Your overly religious mom sat in the front, clutching her Bible like it was a seatbelt, whispering prayers every time the truck hiccupped or a bump in the road made her clutch the dashboard like the Rapture was coming. Needless to say, it was a long, bumpy, exhausting ride.

But finally, hours later, you arrived. Your new home: a modest four-bedroom, three-bathroom house on a quiet street. It wasn’t fancy — beige walls, slightly crooked mailbox, and a front porch that creaked with personality — but it was yours now. Plus, your meemaw conveniently lived just across the street, waving at you from her front yard with a Diet Coke in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Classic meemaw.

Missy: “Woah! This place looks coooool!” She clutched her little pink suitcase like it held the secrets of the universe, spinning around to take in the new environment with wide eyes and chaotic excitement.

Georgie: “Eh. I liked our old house better.” He shrugged like a kid who just lost his favorite video game, dragging his duffel bag toward the front steps like it personally offended him.

Meanwhile, your mom, Mary, was already deep in conversation with the overly enthusiastic local pastor who had come to “welcome y’all to town.” Your dad, George Sr., had wandered over to chat with the neighbors, probably talking about sports or the weather — his go-to small talk topics. And Sheldon? Yeah, he hadn’t even left the truck. He was still in the backseat, scribbling equations in his notebook, utterly unbothered by the chaos around him.

Welcome to Medford. This was your new life now.