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. At first, I was hesitant about moving into a new house. I was mostly happy about not having to share a room
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I was blessed to make such wonderful friends.
I would have never thought that I would grow up to love the country life. I went from growing up in a big, busy, and hectic city, to a small, slow-paced, and simple town. I was so used to having neighbors, and walking and biking on a side-walk. Now I live on a gravel road with almost no neighbors. A change in environment really influences a person's personality. I now love the silence and hearing the birds chirp and coyete’s howl. The corn fields go on for miles and the sunsets are breathtaking. My family invested in antique farming equipment and bought multiple tractors. We got involved in the Little Log House Pioneer Village, which is a three-day-event of tractor parades and flea markets.Eventually my family started hosting a hay ride party for my Mom’s co-workers.We wanted to share how we live in country and show off how beautiful it is outside of the city.
As a result of moving to a new town, making new friends, and living a different life style I have been shaped in to the person I am today. I wouldn’t have asked for any better way to grow up as a kid. I’ve learned so much about myself that I probably wouldn’t have if I still lived in Apple Valley. I’ve experienced new activities, such as hunting and hiking, and have made new friendships. I feel as if I have changed for the better and grew up into a great person. I believe that this all happened for a reason and I am so happy that I’ve been able to
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.
Similar to Pearl, I moved to a new neighborhood and community, and because of how my upbringing affected what happened to me, I was forced to leave everything behind when I was very young. I moved to Cincinnati, Ohio, from Northern Kentucky when I was nine years old. My school, my friends, my coaches, and my teammates were all things I had to give up and leave
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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,
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 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
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.
Little things crossed my mind like, how I wouldn’t have to deal with the awkward interactions of former classmates at the grocery store. As exciting as that was, if I wanted to see someone back home, it meant driving a minimum of 2 and a half hours, one way. I recognized that I would lose a lot of casual friends and acquaintances. People do not volunteer to drive 5 hours in order to catch up if you did not already have the closest of friendship. I thought about the great many things I had taken for granted that would shift to memories of the past. I’ve had the same hairdresser and dentist for my entire life. I have never known anything different. I have a horrible sense of direction to begin with and I grew up driving the same 15-20 square miles. I wondered how much more would I struggle with a whole new set of roads. Outside of myself, I thought a lot about what this move signifies for our family. This change felt like a major step into the future of our family. It seemed as if my generation started taking over the role that my parent’s generation currently holds. Initially, the biggest difficulty revolved around the fact that I wouldn’t have my own room. My parents would have a guest room that I would stay in whenever I returned home, but it still held the title: guest room. Another realization I had was that my parents bought this condo with not only retirement in mind, but grandchildren. They planned to grow old
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.