Moving Home-Personal Narrative

It had been along time since something new had entered my world. Amongst the ruins of our space elevator, I sat, head bowed, and payed my respects to a whole civilization lost. The rusted steel and crumbled mortar only amplified my grief. Rotating my mandibles I rose, and scuttled out into the hive proper, or what was left of it. There used to be noise, movement all accross our home, the workers furthering the goals of our Mother, the advisors contstatly planning our expansion into all of the fertile worlds of our system. Now, as I move through the entrance mound, there is only silence, and the sound of my chitin clicking harshly against the floor, echoing in a way I had once found eirie.

The aspect that related to me the most this week was the chapter on relocation. My relocation was actually pretty self-centered in that I wanted to be close to my family after having a child. I remember growing up in Kankakee and coming back for a year after undergraduate studies and having big dreams for the city of Kankakee, but none of these dreams were involved with my decision to move back. When Perkins opens up with the chapter of relocation there is a statement that stood out to me in regard to this matter. “Of the three R’s that anchor the guiding philosophy of the Christian community development movement, relocation is clearly the most distinctive and troublesome.” (Perkins, 75) Relocation to the Kankakee area was easy, because

It was June 16th, 2008 and I was home with my grandma and my mom and dad came home. With a face that I have never seen before. My mom brought a baby boy named Zack. I heard my mom and dad talking about how my mom had to quit her job because she couldn’t put me in day care cause the weren’t taking care of me, and she had to take care of zack so she decided to quit her job to take care of us. Also heard my mom and dad in our small kitchen about not having space for Zachary. They had a conclusion we were going to move.

For the last couple of months I was stressed out because my father didn’t have a job. He just started his new job last Tuesday. However, now we are going to move to Blairsville. We now have a twenty two month old and a one month old living with us as my sister in law is having some health issues and my brother works. My parents want to move as soon as possible, so we are trying to pack. That is not an easy thing with two young children around. It stresses me out because there is so much to do and I am not good at meeting new people. My life is currently going through some big changes and I am expected to have a 3.75 GPA or higher so that I can get scholarship money for college. I enjoy playing Call of Duty on my Xbox. I find the clear mission

It has been over a week since I found out about the little thing that is growing inside me. I’ve been a wreck all week long. When I got home last Sunday, I just told Keith that it was a stomach bug. I think he has noticed that I have not got better yet. I knew he would eventually get curious, just not that fast. He came up to me this morning, and I bursted into tears. So, I finally told him… and he had a completely different response. When I first told him, I kept babbling on, and on. I told him that we did not have to keep it if he did not want it. I told him that if I decided to keep it, that I would just move home to New York. All those things actually made him mad. He asked me how I could ever want to give our miracle away. He said that

It all started in 2012, I was only a mere 12 year old. I found out I would be moving to Charlotte, North Carolina, my moms job was transferring and I would be moving in just a few short months. I was terrified, I realized I would be starting a new school where I knew absolutely no one, having to start all over again, but most importantly I would be leaving my best friends, family and everything I had ever known. It’s a scary thought especially since I had never even moved houses before. I spent the next few months stressing out and slowly saying my painful goodbyes. My last day of school was the hardest of all, I slowly went around to all the people I grew up with saying goodbye, knowing i’d never see the majority of them again. I moved only a few days after that. I spent the majority of that summer in my new house with no friends, crying and freaking out about starting at my new school. It wasn’t until a few weeks before school started that I made my first friends on my new soccer team.

Going from small to big is not easy, especially when you don't know what "big" is like. When I found out that my Dad was getting re-married, I guess I didn't know exactly what to think of it. I didn't really know what "being in a mixed family" or "having step-parents" meant. I remember thinking of Mindy as a really nice person, however, I had just recently met her, so I didn't know what to think of her. Now, I was going to move in with this new family. Not to mention, moving to a town of just over 2,000 residents to a city of about 120,000 people was very hard for me. I didn't really know how to adapt to this new type of city. Through this experience, I went through many hardships. However, I truly do believe that said experience truly changed me for the better.

In this personal narrative i’m going to write about the reason my family moved to Oregon, but this is very personal to me. I’m going to explain every feeling that was going on. I am going to explain the problems and the resolutions.

Daniel: When you get married you are expected to move into a house right away with your spouse and live happily ever after. That is what I expected to happen when I moved in with my new wife and our son on the way. We had been looking for a house in Atlanta, but we had not had much luck in finding a perfect home to raise our son in that was within our price range. We have been living in a one bedroom apartment, it is just not big enough for the three of us. One day I saw an ad in the paper for a home in Ansley Park historic homes and estates. The house was priced so low for the way it looked and it’s location. I told Lila about it was soon as I saw, right away we called our real estate agent to go and look at the home.

Moving out of your comfort zone is difficult. When being used to certain people and certain things, then having to get up one day and all is changed is challenging. A new city means one will have to adapt to the way things are around the community. In my ninth grade year of high school, I moved to Vicksburg, Mississippi. Moving to a new town or city is hard. It is a good experience, but it is also a dreadful one for some. Moving back to Vicksburg, Mississippi has affected me in various ways.

We finally left Denver and I was excited to start a new journey-- well, I was mostly

When we first moved into our new house we had many set goals for the land/house. That the land we owned would be cared for mowed,baled,cut etc… when we first bought our house, it originally came with 7 acres on it then after about 2 years when I was 11 Jacob was 14 and Justis was 9 we bought 4 more acres right across our house and we now had another goal in mind. We stepped out,grabbed a wrench,and that's when we saw the giant black clouds. Driving down the field you could hear the clonk clonk clonk miles and miles away. That first summer of bailing we had the help of several high schoolers that my dad had taught and coached in football. The first time dad had told me he wanted me to drive and i was 11 and I was terrified. Now I feel like I know the tractor on a personal level!

When I was about 14 years old, my parents and I began packing up our house to prepare to move. We neatly packed our belongings into large cardboard boxes and plastic totes. Then, we hauled them to our new house. Before we knew it, our house was nothing more than an empty shell. Moving from our home taught me that it is good to change things up every once in awhile.

Fear, anxiety, disappointment, these feelings were racing through an 11-year-old boy as he anxiously started to think about the rather frightening couple of weeks that he had ahead of him, and what this boy was going through is an experience that most people go through at some point in his life. This young boy was leaving all his friends, and is moving to a new home; and in 2011 this young boy was me. I moved to the small town of Troy in Virginia from a town called Wise in North Carolina in August 2011, and this happened less than a week before the county school system was scheduled to come back from summer vacation. When school started I was forced to take on the task of settling into a new community and school system. and I had to do this

I am so thankful for my parents always giving me food on my plate, clothing on my body, and a roof over my head. I appreciate them two so much even though I barely say it because I’m not really an emotional guy. Around twenty years ago, both of them came to America illegally seeking a better life and hoping to earn enough money to send back home. They both met each other 18 years ago, in America, and I don’t know how because they won’t tell me. I do know that my oldest sister isn’t my dad’s biological daughter, and they have tried to keep it a secret from me but I found out years ago. Moving on, my mom gave birth to their first child together in the year 2000, around a year after they met. In 2002, my mom gave birth to me and I am the only