Essay about Here and There: Moving to a New Town

Have you ever moved? I have and It’s hard, packing up and moving along with leaving any friends or family behind. Moving to a place you only visit once a year is, though, also I have only seen a small part of this state, the area by my grandma’s house. The summer of 20ll was a rough time. It was the year we moved from Florida to Kansas because my mom found a better job.

And I also remember the day, when my parents informed me that we were moving. The plan was to move out from the clustered city of New York, and shift into the suburban setting of New Jersey. As a young child, I was startled and not sure if I was ready to be able to commit and abstained the thought. The thought of leaving my friends and the place where I grew up in all my life, irked me emotionally. With a new city, came a new house and a new environment.

Moving around from town to town happened quite often when I was younger. I always mirage living in one house my whole life and never having to know the feeling of leaving good friends behind. The move from Michigan to Illinois was definitely the most arduous. Elise, one of my best friends, had been with me from the first day I walked into Rummer Elementary to when we were crying on my porch the day before I left Michigan three years later. I expected this to be the last time we saw each other. I had done this enough that I realized she would move on or the six hour drive would keep us separated till we eventually gave up. My mother promised me it would be different this time, I thought she was only trying to keep me from becoming an misanthropist,

I wanted to do better, until I get the most unexpected news ever. It was happening again, but this time wasn't just another house down the road, it was back to Maine. Even though I grew up here I honestly didn't want to come back. I felt I was doing great but really I was comfortable. I complained but in the end I had to face it. This unexpected move took two weeks for us to leave and get to Maine. We stayed with my aunt for about six months, then moved right back to the same old house in Alfred. I'm glad to be back, but I wonder what it would be like if I stayed but what matters it what happened and what it did. I thought through those three years that my life was ruined and my future was ruined, but in a way, it's helped. I hate to admit it, but it showed, because I now have more confidence and passion than ever.

Ines Hernandez-Avila’s article, “Relocations upon Relocations: Home, Language, and Native American Women’s Writings” argues that Native American women are negotiating their own terms as they attempt to reestablish their cultural identities. Native American women often overcome abuse, alcoholism, rape and other atrocities, serving as important topics discussed in their poetry. Another argument addressed in the article states that the concepts of home and community are fluid for many Native American poets. Because of Native American enslavement and exile, many poets discuss how their ancestors consider their homes to be wherever they can gather and share their common experiences and language. The final argument made in the article examines how relocation, particularly the policies that sent Native Americans away

Could you see getting more out of life than what you had growing up? I couldn’t see it, I thought that this is what life had to offer. The smell of the factories, construction, and the air ports is what accented the city. Newark New Jersey had so much excitement and entertainment right in front of you. You didn’t have to go anywhere and that is what made growing up there memorable. My parents decided they were going to separate when I was six years old. My life had changed dramatically. Our stability was effected as well as separation from my father and most of all trying to understand and out the pieces together as a child .Growing up was developmental for me now as an adult I understand things from both side. Growing up a Jersey girl is what made me.

If you are considering moving across town rather than making a cross-country move, it will be well worth it for you to plan ahead for this exercise and not take this for granted since you think it is much easier. This is because many in your shoes have underestimated the sheer magnitude of work involved to their own detriment.

Growing up in a small town can be difficult if you are a curious person. Until about halfway through my sophomore year I was completely content with going to a college near home, graduating, doing my job, and settling down right back in Middleville Michigan where I had grown up. Something changed though, it’s difficult to pinpoint what made me do a complete 180 to be the person who wants to travel, go to school ten hours away, have an actual and incredibly successful career. The whole way I thought changed.

In August of 2008 my family and I moved to Princeton, New Jersey from Redford, Michigan. My father took a job in New York. It was quite the adventure, as I had lived my entire life in the same city, same house just a mile south of my paternal grandparents. When I got the news from my parents that I was moving yet again, I didn’t know exactly how to feel, I had bonded with a great group of friends and now was informed we were moving back to Michigan. The silver lining in this was, we were moving to our family farm. The family farm my sisters and I grew up visiting on summer vacations. I was told I was going to be able to get my own horse since I loved to ride. I was very excited to make that reality true for myself but I was not happy to be moving and leaving all the friends I had finally made. I dreaded having to start all over again.

I can still remember that day. If you asked me, I thought the world was coming to a blazing end. Well, at least my world. It was a very humid and hot summer afternoon. Unusually warm for New England, it was the type of weather found in the deep south of our country. It was quite a coincidence actually; since this was the type of weather I would have to be used to. After all here I was on my way down to the south moving to Kentucky. It was a slightly a year before when I was first told by my parents that we would be moving. At first I didn’t believe them. I thought, “What kind of sick joke is this? “But after a few minutes I realized they were serious. More serious questions came popping into my mind. Why would we move? What about my

Roxanne watched him levelly, and nodded slightly as he withdrew a key. "Jim or James, it is. Maybe Jimmy, Jimbo, or anything else I can think of where warranted." She couldn't help but smirk. She wondered if any combination of nicknames would irritate him. Was it petty for her to want to find something to do so if the opportunity presented itself? She might be a tad-bit spiteful for some time for being roped into all of this. Ultimately, though, she just needed to keep reminding herself of the benefits of this. She would get off scot-free and her car would be back in her possession. Very briefly, she wondered if she should move when - or perhaps if - this little debacle was over. It was something she would ponder later, for he was moving towards

free, if only we had to strength to push .Using avoidance Ana suppressed that urge to be freed , as the unknown outcomes of confrontation left her in the dark.But the confrontation is the part that contributes to the overall continues resolution.

I moved to Farmington, Connecticut when I was 14. Being able to get an education from a high educated school district made me such a better person. Not only did I get an excellent education and met amazing people, I came out of my shell. I was very shy to begin with, but once everyone knew me, they loved hanging around with me. I was the “life of the party”. I was able to be myself and not care what others thought of what I said or looked like.

Leaving that little small town where I grew up wasn’t the easiest thing. It all began when I was in Guatemala over the summer when I received a call from my mom. Hello I said hi how are you, what are you doing I have some news to tell you but the thing is that I don’t know how you are going to take this. Who is there? Are you by yourself? Said my mom I am outside why what is going on? I answered. We sold the house and we are moving to Lexington. Those word were probably one of the worst words I had my mom ever told me, it felt like when they told me that my aunt had passed away, I began to cry and it was

The environment, family, and community I have grown up in has shaped me as a person. So far, I grew up in the same house all seventeen years of my life. My personality has grown and molded over the years of middle school and high school based off the lessons I have learned and the things I’ve been through.