How To Write A Diary Entry About Moving Away From Weylin Plantation

I didn’t want to have to leave my friends in Nashville and be forced to make new ones in Atlanta. I didn’t want to get used to another new house or another city. I just wanted to stay in the only place I could call home. As the day of my departure approached, I thought of running away, so I wouldn’t have to move and my dad could keep his job in Atlanta. Thankfully, I never went through with it. When the day finally arrived, I was everything but ready. My mom had picked my brother up from school early to help move boxes out of the house and into our car while the movers haled broken down beds, and other pieces of furniture into their industrial moving trucks. Once everything was packed into trucks, paper work was finished and dogs were loaded in the car, we began the long 4-hour trip to Atlanta as dusk made its way to the sky. The trip itself was a calm one, we managed to avoid any major accidents on the highway, and we were traveling around 8 o’clock so the traffic had died down. As we drove I couldn’t help but think back to the friends I left and what was to come

There are millions of people around us, the sound is so loud it’s almost unbearable. Everyone is waiting in line to board the SS Nevada, the ship that is going to take us all to Ellis island, the gateway to America. I can hear the chatters of excitement echoing about their freedom in America, but I’m having mixed feelings about leaving. I’m excited to go because I will receive my freedom and be reunited with my mother and father, but I’m also devastated that I have to leave you and the rest of Ireland behind. Tears escape my eyes just thinking about not being able to talk to you every day, but I promise I’ll write like this often once I reach America.

I have been counting the months and years since I have last spoken to you. I miss you and our lovely child Emmy so much. Since I am not there, I hope she has been taking care of you from time to time. The mental strain of leaving my family behind hurts me every single day. If I could have bring you both, I would do so in a heartbeat. I wanted to find a suitable home in the north for our family if I ever found freedom. I will never forget the day in Fortress Monroe in Virginia. I stumbled across the Yankees that told me I was contraband. Apparently, it means I was not going to be brought back to our master, but I had to fight for the Yankees. I did not even know there was a war going on. I guess Master Johnson tried his best to keep this

I woke up in my comfortable bed and walked downstairs. I walked to the door that leads outside and opened it. I could smell the fresh air of the country. It has been a week since I moved from New York. I use to live in a crowded suburb in New York City where I couldn’t smell the fresh air. Now that I moved to South Carolina with my wife and two children, I think my life is taking a turn for the better. I live right on the coast, so I also get an excellent view of the ocean from my porch. I continued to breath the fresh air for a while longer. After about five minutes of standing there, I went inside and closed the door. The rest of my family was still upstairs sleeping. I went to the kitchen and started to cook breakfast. The smell of freshly

I really wish that you didn’t have to leave for Florida I mean I miss you Sandy. I had no option unless we were married i’m going to write this letter to you and show how much I really need you everyday. It’s been weeks and I haven’t gotten a response from Sandy, Man she really doesn’t know how anxious I am for a letter back. Work has time flying by when I get home everyday checking the mailbox usually coming home, slamming the door and hearing Pony and Darry fighting. Work ended, I came home and there on the mixed wood colored table is the letter I sent to Sandy with the same stamp I was confused and in a way exited. I open the letter and there with my very own eyes MY OWN letter never opened and sent back to me at that moment my heart

This distance, however vast has not done anything but increase my love for you. Everyday that goes by I pray for your wellbeing, blaming myself for leaving you behind. Why did I have to embark on this journey without you? My heart aches for you, but I find comfort in

I’m doing fine, thanks for asking. My life would have never turned out this way if I was still with you, I have a family that loves me, cares for me, and provides for me. All those things that you never did. I don’t have any words to describe the amount of hatred I developed for you, I hope you’ve forgiven me for leaving you, but you probably don’t remember why anyway. Just know that I can’t ever forgive

How have you been? It’s been to long since we’ve talked, so I figured that I should write you this letter. I hope you can remember all of our great memories we made together when we were kids. I need to tell you something very important. I’m sure you’ve heard about the Underground Railroad, but please don’t try to escape.

As I exhaustedly cried myself to sleep last night after May’s suicide, the thought of you never left my mind. I thought of writing down my feelings, instead of drowning in them, in a letter that you will never read. Years ago, you were in front me but, ever since the day you passed away, I wake up every morning with the reminder that you are a just a living memory. And if life is as short as they say it is, then I guess we are going to meet again sooner than I think we will...

From day one I always knew you weren't like the rest and there was much more beneath your surface. You have more to offer in every single aspect of your life and everyone and anyone who knows you are endlessly inspired by just being in your presence. I often find myself wondering why it has been so hard for me to move on and I realized that unique things are special because they cannot be replicated, but since they cannot be replicated unique things don't satisfy like the last. You are my last Abby. Time is going to pass and you will find yourself so happy with someone else and create all new memories with them and I couldn't be happier for you. Who knew that love could be one of the cruelest things to happen to a person, but I have become my own worst enemy for my actions. Some of my best memories are the ones with you in it. I could sit here and write to you all day, but there is no amount of time or embarrassment I could save you and I cannot begin to express how deeply sorry I am for every single second I have made you waste. I'd love to be writing a different story for us, but I just wanted to say how grateful I am for

Home sounds nice but I came home the wrong way I know I’m going to miss so much. But I’ll be looking down on the loves of my life. I hope she finds someone better than me because I want the best for her and for my baby. I’ve had this letter for my family for this day, and the only ones that knew about the letter was some of the guys just incase anything happened to me. John goes to Lillian and tells her that there is something from me for her in my Jacket. While Lillian walks up with tears running down her face she sees the envelope that says to my family and Lillian notices the second envelope that has to my sweet baby girl. Shots fired at my funeral as Dad, Mom, and Lillian sit there and with each shot fired the all jump. Tears run down those faces and Lillian and my parents sit there as everyone walks off and she opens the letter. She begins to read the letter out loud to my parents, as she reads Its says “Don’t cry for me when I’m gone I know this is hard but I’ll be protecting from above. I want you all to know I love you all so very much. Mom and Dad please make sure my Lillian is safe and has everything she needs. Also please make sure to take care of yourselves everything will be okay. I am in a better place and I am home it may not be Home with you but we will be home together some day. Again I love you all so much and I will see you again I promise that. Love your dearest Ryan. P.S. I left a letter for my Sweet Baby girl have her open when she is old enough to do so.” Yes I may not be there but I know how hard it is to lose a soldier I’ve lost several of my brothers and It’s never funny when a Soldier

With this letter, I also need to tell you to please take a moment to let go your worsts moments, the awful people, the toxic family members, the humiliation, the isolation, the blood, the hospitals, the agony. You're free now, let me take care of all that for you.

I am very afraid. I have been so close to dying so many times. This is not anything like they said war was like and I am afraid that I will never see you again. I miss you all very much. The list of things I wouldn’t do to see you all again is nonexistent. Mother, I miss your cooking and your ability to always make me laugh. However, above all, I miss you tender kisses and your beautiful smile. Father, I miss your constant advice. I also miss the way that I felt when you hugged me. I felt so safe and protected. I miss my sisters dearly. I miss Gabriella’s laugh and her jokes. I miss Camilla’s hugs and her positive outlook on life. I could use a bit of that positivity. I even miss her spunky attitude and her constant whining. I miss Michelle’s

Mom, it was hard to leave you and my brothers and move to my new home. I will miss all of you.

It has been too long since I’ve last talked to you, how are you all? I’ve missed the delicious food mother had cooked ho the Philippines. The weather in Hawaii can be unbearably hot especially in the fields that I work in. I am regretting the decision of coming to Hawaii to work in the sugar cane plantation. The people convinced me to sign the the contract, promised me wealth to bring back to the Philippines, and and great living conditions. They also said the work would be easy, and promised paradise.