How Moving Changed My Life

Since 2012, I have moved 3 times. The first move was definitely the hardest of all the moves. My entire life was turned upside down right before high school. I was happy to move, but it was a complete change. I had to relearn how to live, and I suddenly had to be the one to care for my younger siblings.

Moving is hard for everyone, because you're leaving your friends and maybe some family. There are some good opportunities to make new friends and meet new people. You could also start over and maybe remove all the weight off your back if it's like drama, or maybe wondering if someone is going to like you. There is also an upside of seeing new things you maybe

I made new friends and went to the Magis Program every Saturday. I saw some friends ,but it was different now. I'm not in their lives anymore and they are not really in my life either. Pretty soon after, me and my friends stopped talking because we went to different school and life was different. I didn’t like it. I wanted to know what was happening in my old school and how everyone was doing. I was pretty sad and missed everyone. So school went by ,and me and my friends still saw each other ,but we weren’t as close as we were. So life went on 8th grade came and my decision came back. 8th grade year was fun I had made a lot of friends and a lot bonds with them. Some of the friends I made were going to go to St. Ignatius or St. Edwards or other private high schools. It was also my time to decide to which high school to go to. It was a hard decision so I delayed it. My friends from Magis also started talking to me again. They thought that I was still going to St. Ignatius. I was deciding whether to go Westlake High School or to go to Ignatius. I delayed the my decision until summer. So during 8th grade the whole 8th grade went to Washington D.C and I then realized that I didn’t to go to thru the same feeling again. So I told my old friends that Im sry one the last day of the Magis program before the summer camp

There is change everywhere in the world; every minute, every second, but this change hit me hard. I was living an ideal lifestyle in Long Island. I had plenty of friends and my family lived near by. I was on cloud nine. That all changed in an instant when I came home from school one day and my parents announced that we were moving to Texas.

I really want to know how does it feel to move from one place to another place like you because it is a rare situation in my home country. Based on my observation (most of them from movies lol) many people in the US are pretty much comfortable moving from one city to another city. People in my home country are very comfortable once they settle in a place, and choose to stay in the comfort zone instead of looking for a new challenge.

I walk in my front door, knowing my mother would be standing there all red face, arms crossed, staring at me with smoke blowing out her ears. I looked around trying to see if she was around. I noticed she was in her room, up in the attic getting boxes down. The only thing that crossed my mind was that she was going to make me and my little brother move during the middle of the school year. I had no intentions on moving this day interfered with the rest of my sophomore year of high school. This affected my learning because I was being a hard headed teen not wanting to move. I went to the new school with a negative attitude and did not care.

Change can be scary because it might be something brand new to you. When the McCourt’s family moved from Brooklyn in America to Limerick, Ireland, they experienced big changes. The living conditions were horrible in Limerick and the money was limited, so they fell into poverty. The McCourt’s family had a hard time adjusting to the new environment since it was unlike the conditions in America. I can relate to this from one of my memoirs about moving schools which I found difficult to adjust to, as well.

8th grade was the best summer I’ve ever had. I was so happy because I was able to finally had a group of friends. It all started in Alpena, in May. My friend Breanna and I had gotten into numerous altercations and stopped being friends for a long time. Breanna messaged me and I decided that we should go get some ice cream. It turns out she wanted to say sorry for how she was acting. To this day, I consider her my best friend. Breanna and I reconciled in May and haven’t stopped being friends since. Earlier that year, I had met my friend Alyssa. She was basically like me, loud, crazy, cool, and didn’t care about others opinions on her. This is what basically bonded us. Breanna and I and Alyssa had hung out for a month, and we became the bestest

To some, moving can be seen as an unfortunate obstacle in life. To me, it is a familiar part of my life that has shaped me into a very sociable and accepting individual who can handle differences and change. I believe in the saying “home is where the heart is” and find it to be one hundred percent true. I have concluded that one does not necessarily need a hometown to make memories or feel loved, that is where the support of a good group of friends and family is invaluable. With a strong support system, anything is achievable. I am fortunate to have that support system through the love of my parents, my sister, and my friends. As I travel through life I continue to gain respect for relationships, the knowledge of others, and life beyond one town or one city. I am immensely excited about what the future holds and I am forever grateful for those that I have met and will meet along the

Everyday we are individually affected by the people we interact with. I have moved homes twice, once at 9 years old and again at 14 years old. Moving to a new place can be extremely nerve-racking. At times, you begin to feel alone as you walk around an unfamiliar place and see unfamiliar faces. The second time I moved, I was going into my freshman year of high school. On top of dealing with being the new kid, I had to work my way through the big transition into high school. The first day of school I walked through the halls, paralyzed by anxiety. Every face and hallway was unfamiliar. I sat down in my English class, begging for the day to be over. As I waited for the teacher to begin, a girl behind me leaned over and said, "Hello, I'm Megan.

9 houses. 3 states. 6 cities. Over the last 17 years of my life, my family's values and beliefs as American Muslims led us to move several times. This experience shaped my character, created my sense of home, and strengthened my identity. I was born in Atlanta, Georgia, and after a year my dad got a job in Reston, Virginia. In Virginia we moved three times, after which my older sister started attending a religious private school in College Park, Maryland. I switched to this school as well, and for a year family commuted from Fairfax to College Park everyday. With my youngest sister being only an infant, and the traffic on 495 being unforgiving, the drive was difficult and exhausting for my parents. However, we continued to attend the school because of the importance my parents placed on raising us in a religious environment where we could be proud of our traditions. This allowed me to gain pride in my religious identity. The cause of moving also impacted me.

I believe that moving has highly influenced my outlook on life as well as the choices I make today and will make later in life. I have called 4 different states home, attended 5 different schools, and have experienced many different groups of people. I believe that the different cultures I've lived in and different people I have met have directly impacted my attitude. I would say the closest analogy to moving is the Chameleon. Everytime you move you have to adapt to your surroundings.

The idea of moving to a different state or country can be terrifying for most people. I know for me it was. I was born and raised in New Jersey and had a decent job. Life was going great for me; at least that is what I thought. I had a lot of friends and family that had been around me my whole life. Moving away from all of this was not an option for me, until I got married and had children. By the time my daughter hit five years old, I was rushed to make a decision that would change my life forever. I had to decide whether I wanted her to go to school in New Jersey or Key West. This meant leaving my friends and family behind, and somehow depriving my children from growing up around their family.

In the winter of 8th grade, I began to disconnect from my friends, mainly my ‘best friend’. I didn’t have as much fondness of her as I would’ve had a few years ago. I didn’t laugh with her as much, and we didn’t hang out as often or even feel the need to. It was as if I didn’t want to be with her.

Metathesiophobia, a fear of change, is what I would describe myself in one word. The thought of moving away and adapting to a whole new environment cringed under my skin. I was profoundly nervous of what Louisiana would be like and how people would react to my presence. I moved in August, and I can still remember the aching pain when I looked down my plane into the aerial view of Miami. I won’t hold back, Orleans was arduous and made me experience feelings I had yet to feel. I felt alone and gruesome to a point that I completely excluded myself out of even trying to make friends because all I could do was mourn over my hometown. At the time, I was dating a guy, who lived in Miami, and it was constantly a battle to try to maintain a “relationship” through long distance. I was pouring all my effort into him and keeping my connections with my old friends alive, that I forgot to make a healthy and adaptable lifestyle for myself.