A Narrative Essay About Moving To A New Place

Leaving my home in Hawaii and moving to Oregon was one of the hardest things for me to do. Maybe I would have felt better about it if my parents had asked me for my opinion before picking up our lives and moving to some place I had never even heard of before. I know I shouldn’t have cared that much. After all, I was only a 1st grader and even now my parents don’t consider how I’d feel before making decisions, so why would they then? At the end of 2007, I said goodbye to my best friends for the last time and left for Oregon.

After being dropped off from dance late at night, I was expecting to walk into a silent house where everyone was asleep. Instead, I walked into my living room to find the rest of my family sitting on the couch with the television off, which was strange for my family. It was clear they were waiting for me to get home, so I sat down too. My mom and dad exchanged a look and a sigh then turned back towards my brother and me. They babbled absently for a few minutes, then, my mom quickly spit out the words, as if ripping off a Band-Aid, "We are moving back to Arizona." There was a brief moment of stunned silence before I burst into tears. I could not imagine why my parents would decide to separate me from my best friends six months before we were supposed to

Just recently, I found out I was moving to another state. Knowing I have to leave everything behind was awful. I was halfway through eighth grade, starting the second semester, and I was doing great. My grades were all A’s and I was happy there with all my friends, Amber, Marianna, and Makayla. Our house was decent, my sister and I both had our own rooms anything I would ever wish for. My dad had been promoted to another job, where he was going to get paid more than what he was currently earning. It was an amazing opportunity for my family. I was glad for my dad, but I still felt bad for myself.

Five long years ago, I was a seventh grader in junior high school. I hated almost every minute of it. I was picked on and was subjected to the “out” crowd, but honestly, that was important to me.

The start of 9th grade was hard for me because of incidents in my family but it helped making me who I am and that's all that matter. I made new friends who helped me where some of my other friends couldn't and allowed me to be the real me as long as I was happy and they supported me through it all.

I moved to Connecticut in the September of 2008 because my Dad had a job transfer. This was around the time that I started the second grade. I was introduced to so many people and they were all so nice to me. Six years later, I made countless friends and started to feel like Connecticut was where I wanted to stay forever. But in December of 2014, my Dad got a phone call from a company in South Jersey and they wanted him to work for them. At first, he worked 3 days in Camden, and the rest of the week in Connecticut. That was difficult though because we did not get to see him as often as we wanted to. My parents then sat my brother and I down and asked us if we wanted to move to South Jersey. I did not know what to think. After six years, I loved living in Connecticut and I wanted to stay there. They told us that it would be a lot easier to move down to Jersey instead of my dad traveling every week. My brother and I both agreed that this is what we are going to have to do. I can still remember that day though. It seemed liked the world was going to a scorching end. At least my world was. I started to tell my friends that

As I went downstairs the tone of the room felt hot, humid, and empty. Hot, because of the burning Atlanta temperatures of ninety-eight degrees or higher. Humid, caused by the broken air conditioning and affecting the density of the atmosphere. Finally empty. The furniture was missing and minimal sounds can bounce off to make echoes. I was departing from a place that I called home. I lived at the address 353 Leisure Court for almost a year; the identity of the street brings back smiles to my face because of its pleasantry. Living here has made me feel secure like a dog to his owner. Moving away from this security brought feelings of uncertainty. My lack of confidence was about the new beginnings my family would experience after the move. But

On August 13th, 2016 my family and I started a new life. We were forced to relocate from Southern California to Prosper, Texas for my dad’s job. When I moved I knew absolutely no one. It was extremely hard to move away from my people that I have been friends with for almost my whole life. It was even harder to say goodbye to my grandma and my brothers. Finding new friends and adjusting to a new city in a new state was very difficult. On the first day of school, I was extremely nervous, because I didn’t know anyone.

I was upset at my parents for taking us to this new place that we knew nothing about. I let them know that I didn’t like what they were doing by how I acted. Every time the move came up in conversation I would pout and act angry, but there was no way to change the fact that we had moved. Once we got here life started quickly. School began not to long after we moved, which didn’t give me much time to make friends. The first week of school felt like an eternity because I didn’t know English and anyone. Then I started to make friends and feel more comfortable. After that everything became normal. I forgot about how much I missed my country and started to enjoy living in New York with my new

Towards the end of my 8th grade year my mom told me that we would be moving again, but this time to a whole other state. Once again my heart dropped and I was devastated. I told my closest friends and they all cried with me. They threw me a little going away party and I hung out with my best friend from my old school before I left. I didn’t want to relive being the new kid again but I didn’t have much of a choice since I didn’t want to live with my

I was in 7th grade and didn't know everything was about to change. My mother wanted to get a job and this meant she wouldn't be able to be my teacher anymore. My parents decided, after three years of homeschooling to send me to public school. This was so it would be easier for my mother to get a job and not have to deal with being our teacher as well, because that would be too stressful. I didn't know very many people and wasn't used to being with large amounts of people for long periods of time. Eventually, I got settled in and started to make friends.

Though my experiences 5th grade was amazing and I loved going to Biztown. It was school still, so we did have to work hard and sometimes it felt overwhelming but when I look back on it now it feels like the school year breezed by. During the beginning of the school year I was nervous because even though many people I knew would be in my class, I was worried if I would find my place. Because even though some people don’t want to say so people do have “groups”. So for the first day it’s a day to kinda give impressions. Like the teachers pet,class clown,the smart kid,and etcetera.Though the year I did eventually find my place and had made amazing friends while doing so.Although I did have my fair share of drama but it didn’t bother me as much

Of course this provided many new and invigorating experiences, but it also gave me a sense of alienation, or the state of being isolated from an activity or group where one should belong in. Wherever I moved, I would see groups of people who had known each other since kindergarten or first grade and think “How is that possible?” because for me, that was never an option. This constant cycle of making relationships just before having to leave them forever made me a very big introvert. I know you may think that going through this and encountering it many times would make me outgoing and gregarious however that was not true in my case. Always being the “new kid” is not the most pleasing position and to make matters worse, I was usually the youngest one in the grade. Moving to Ridgewood was one of the hardest moves because before I had entered a new school in kindergarten to fourth grade, which was not as hard because you could make a friend by simply sitting next to them on the swings, but in fifth grade, I had thought that everyone was already in their certain clique and didn’t need another member joining them. During the first few months of school, I was the kid in the back who didn’t talk other than

In the heat of summer 2011, I moved from small town Statesboro, Georgia to Columbia, South Carolina. I was only six at the time, so I hadn’t really thought much about moving to a new house, new school, or even a whole other state. In actual fact, I was mostly enthusiastic about moving. This was a both positive and negative experience for my whole family. This was the year my whole life changed.

Everyone’s life has changed when they had to go into hiding, when their time came. They were scared and didn’t know what to do, they no longer had a life to live anymore. Anne was motivated to strive for change when she and her family were separated by her family. Not being able to see everyone she loved and not being with them anymore. She wanted to be different from everyone and go out and do things on her own, by writing.