Golden Drive Chicago: A Short Story

I lugged my bags up to my room and collapsed onto the bed. It was on the second floor of the house and the window looked out over the backyard that was shadowed by the surrounding forest. The floor was covered in light grey carpet and the wall painted a plain off white. A dark, wooden bed took up most of the room, pale fairy lights haphazardly thrown along the headboard. Two matching bedside tables sat on either side of the bed and an empty desk sat opposite it.

Every since I came to this city I have been feeling like a stranger. It is difficult to leave your hometown, what you are used to, and go to some weird city you have never been to before. I feel as if I have no one here, that no one understands

The smell of gyros and aroma of fresh chicken is almost strong enough to stun you. If you're visiting and need a famous place to go to and eat then I recommend Harold's Chicken, which is a Chicago landmark by all means. It's impossible to stay on a diet with all these restaurants in the way. You can walk on one street and literally pass by ten different places to eat. The food is as vibrant as the people, you can get a shishkabob next door to a place selling lobster. Walk further than the street and you'll see someone selling corn in a cup next door to a Chinese food shop. Corn in a cup is actually better tasting than it sounds by the way. It's corn , sour cream , Cajun seasoning ( most of the time ) and sometimes a sauce marinated over it. Just reading all of this will make you hungry even if you just

took an instant liking to the big city, enjoying bars, dance clubs and people in

The first thing I noticed was how cold and dreary everything was, and I was reminded of how I felt. I struggled with making friends. I was never good at it because of how shy I was, and after we moved, it only got worse.

As a child I faced many difficulties that most children at my age would never face, but in order to understand my story you must first understand my background. I was born in Mexico City, Mexico at the age of four my mom made an incredibly important decision that wouldn’t

Moving happens frequently, about fourteen percent of Americans move each year. It doesn’t seem like a lot, but it is about 46,778,674 American citizens, that’s each year alone. If it hasn’t happened consider yourself lucky. If you’ve never personally moved, chances are probably know someone who has. The struggles

“We’re moving to Tennessee”. My mind began to spin. Why is this happening? Anger and resentment consumed me and I didn’t know how to react. I’d lived in the same house my entire life. My entire friendship base and personal identity was in

I was born in raised in Los Angeles and moved to San Antonio when i was 12. For a better living with my family.I moved to San Antonio in 2011 but i was very excited to try new things and make more freinds.It was over a month

From the very start I was an adventurous child. I am always looking for something new to try, something no one else would even think of doing. So, I’m going to take you to the first time I left school. By myself.

Once the first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. My eyes started to get puffy and I could feel my body starting to shake. My mom reached her arm out to me from the front seat trying to calm me down by running her hands through my hair. The words “We are moving to New Jersey” kept replaying in my head over and over. I can't believe one of my best days turned into the absolute worst.

It was nighttime when we arrived in Kansas City. Downtown was lit up like an architectural wonder and I watched our kid's eyes sparkle with captivation. We were greeted with the splendid scent of mouth-watering food, the chatters of people, and the high energy of city life. We were all entranced. We never realized how lonely our lives were before we moved here.

By now, I’ve finished going through the entire house. My room is the only replica of my old home. The rest is completely different, which I’m almost glad of. At least I wouldn’t be staring at the same couch I had sat on all my childhood.

Here and There Packing up your life and belongings is a difficult task to do. My family lived in Apple Valley, MN, until the week before my 7th birthday. My parents told my younger brother and I that we were moving to Hastings, MN. I had no idea where that was as a child. I was excited about this new experience. I have always been interested in travelling. When we arrived in Hastings, it was nothing like my old town. I knew nobody, all I knew was that I lived in the middle of the woods. Moving to a different town isn’t just about the new house, it is also about making new friends at a new school, and living a different lifestyle.

When I moved to New York, it was like moving to an entirely different time. It seemed as I stepped into a time machine and ended up fifty years ahead.