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

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’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

When I first heard we were moving here, I thought to myself. Why did dad have to take this job? I mean I don’t hate it here. I just hate the fact that I didn’t get to tell most of my friends I was leaving. Although, something good came out of this. I get to see an old friend of mine, at least start something over. This house is nicer than the one before. I still remember the time when mom thought there was a rat in the cabinets, man was she scared.

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

When we first moved to the united states, my dad has passed away and we lived a poor neighborhood in Irving. I use to have a lot of black and Hispanic friends. My mom used to be at work all the time so I and my friends use to be outside a lot. I remember this was the time during when Katrina had hit southern Louisiana and a lot of people from Louisiana had moved to Texas. Most of the people that had moved here from a low-income household, their houses in Louisiana were destroyed and did not have money to live in a hotel or motel so they moved with their family here. Crime was very high during that time in Irving for that very same reason. I remember the police use to stop us, kids, when we were just walking and search us and ask us question

I loved you more than I loved myself. Not even, I was in love with you, and you broke my heart by breaking it off between us without even blinking an eye. When I called you on the phone a couple hours later, you sounded like you absolutely hated me, and that hurt even more. (Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m not trying to sound like a victim. I’m sure you hurt or were hurting too.) We used to talk just about everyday for the past year or so. Not talking to you everyday is so strange. I don’t know what to do with myself half the time. Whenever something happens - whether good or bad - and want to run to tell you about it. I didn’t only lose my boyfriend, I also lost my real best friend, and my first real, true love. I really thought you were the one. After all, we were talking about going on a mini vacation by ourselves in the summer. You were supposed to come to my Abuela’s wedding and spend your 20th birthday with

My father finally spoke up and said abruptly, we are moving to California. I said what!. That answer moving to California, was almost equal to my uncle telling me "Your Sister Jackie is dead." I knew that my girlfriend, my anchor on earth was disappearing from my life. And now she was gone, 35 days after I lost my sister. My earth angle, I dreamed of being my wife was gone. I felt like I was having a nightmare and couldn't wake up, how could all this be happening to me. Despair sit like a stone in my stomach, like concrete boots dragging me toward what felt like my inevitable end. "I'm not going to make it. "I was in a state of melancholy depression.Laced with a fatal sense of my own wretchedness. I was fourteen years old and felt like I was

My mom wanted to move to Indiana and my dad wanted a cat. My mom didn't want to take Shadow on the long drive, so we ended up giving Shadow to my dad. My mom and I moved to Indiana. When we got here I still really wanted a cat and really missed shadow. My mom got me a surprise that we still have today! She got me a new cat named Sylvester! He is a short haired tuxedo cat. I remember getting him and being so happy I had another cat.

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.

It’s been three weeks, two days and 3 hours since you shattered every feeling I had for you. The simple question ‘how are you?’ is drowned by the recurring song of your haunting voice saying “We’re done”... yet you still remind me of home. The train rides spent with your head on my shoulder, my thumb rubbing the back of your hand. The random road trips, with the sun giving light of

A breath to build a glow. I've heard it said a thousand times, but now I know. That I do not know what I have, until it's gone. I thought I kept you safe and sound. I thought I made you strong. But this whole thing made me realize that I was wrong. This is not the end and this is not the beginning. This is not what I had planned and it is out of my control now. Thoughts were spinning in my head, and I had so many things were left unsaid. It's hard to let you go. All I can think about is you, and how many little things I miss and love and the memories we made together. I just cannot lose you, because did not know what I had, until it is almost gone. From catching lightning bugs with you and the babies, to every photo on my phone, to picking you up at Michael’s Pizza, dropping you off at Greene’s Orthodontics, to camping, realizing that that could be over and gone made me cry. The little things give us away; I have always said that. Seeing you smile to my dumb jokes, and cheesy pickup lines, to hearing you giggle and scream when I try to tickle you, to being there when you get a phone a

I’m alone now. Both you and Dad are gone, it’s just me and Riley, she misses you guys. She sits and barks at the door at the time you usually come home, that’s the same time I break down. I sit staring at the swing in the yard we used to sit and talk on. I told you not to go that day, to just stay home because I didn’t feel

It’s the day I have to move to the army's campsite. I grab my bag and swing them on my shoulder, it weighs a ton it feels like my shoulder’s gonna break. Sophie was peeking through my room door, as I was about to stand up she ran to the living room curled up into a ball making loud thud and sobbing noises. Outside of the house, I hug my mom as tight as I could, I don’t want to move any single inch of my bone. I want to stay like this forever. I felt a drop of water behind my shoulder and I know that it was her tears. I don’t want to leave them but I have to. It was time to let go but she didn’t want to, I grab her arm and slightly push them back.

The helplessness I felt as I sat clenching my head in the murky, brisk night. The words “ I will always love you no matter what”, repeatedly played in my head like my favorite melody. The feeling of your hands riveting my face as you gave me one last kiss overwhelmed me with heartache. The pessimistic stare you gave me as you proceeded to say, in a sorrow manner, “Goodbye Jo”, haunted me forever. The moment I never thought would come about came into prospective right then, you were no longer mine.