Moving Made Me Narrative

Moving. Amanda didn’t like this idea. Her mom got a job out of town to earn even more money

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.

I grab my suitcase, my phone on its charger, my sheets, and my snacks. I hurry out the door and pack my things in the car. I climb into the car and my mom begins to drive. I put on my headphones

I was a very shy kid. Making friends wasn’t my cup of tea when I was younger. Based on this you can imagine how nervous I was when we moved. Joseph Campbell wrote in The Hero With a Thousand Faces, “It is only when a man tames his own demons that he becomes the king of himself if not of the world.” I was preparing to start school again in August when I decided it would be smart to begin associating with kids my age in the area; so, I began spending time with my cousin Lief. After spending some time with Lief, he introduced me to some of his friends and taught me to how to appreciate

Next to the front door, Noah had propped a backpack up against the wall. From it, he fished out car keys, hissing as they crashed against each other. He packed his car halfway down the block tonight so his mother wouldn’t hear it as it scuffled down the driveway, see the headlights as he sped off. He shouldered the backpack, readjusting his balance as the weight shook him back and forth. He sent another glance towards upstairs, to his mother’s bedroom. She would hate him for this. She would destroy him for this.

"Have a good day, make sure you head over to Vice Principal Luna so you can get your schedule. I'll be here at three." Mom told me as I gather my book bag and climbed out of our mini van. I waved at her and she drove off. I coughed out the exhaust fumes. Never had I once seen that woman drive like that before. Guessed she really wanted me out of the house for once.

The front parking lot was full. I just couldn’t get a break. I drove around to the back and found a spot behind the depot. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the steering wheel. If Mother caught me there’d be no mercy, but as long as I made it to the hospital to see my dad, I didn’t care. I said a quick prayer for courage, and exited the

Can you imagine being pulled from the only place you have known and loved, and being placed in completely new surroundings? It is not the easiest transition I can tell you that. I’m talking about moving, more specifically, the moment I found out. I was eight years old at the time. I remember my parents coming in and breaking the news to me. Their reason was we simply could not afford to drive back and forth so much. We lived in Peoria, Oklahoma and had been for roughly 7 years. So for most of my life I had lived here. My Dad worked for Pepsi at the time and also was the Chief fireman for the Peoria Fire Department. My Mom worked at Galena’s high school and because of this my sister and I went to school there. The commute to work & school everyday

A few days ago, my older brother and I were sorting through old family photos and found a picture of us from when we were about five and six years old. We were smiling. Just two kids full of life and no idea of what was to come.

After a month, I started to become someone I wasn't; making friends with the wrong people and group. They weren't even my friends, I was just another person that made the group bigger, I was invisible to them. Wanting to be like them, I pushed people away that wanted to be my friend because they weren’t “cool” enough. My “friends” became less and less friendly towards me until we stopped talking. Wandering the halls alone, I realized I needed to be myself and not act fake.

When I first entered school and had to start making friends, I tried very hard but always seemed to had issues socializing. Somehow, I ended up being the target of bullies all the time as a kid, with few friends who always stuck around. As I moved around the first few times between towns in Upstate New York, this kept happening. It seemed I just didn’t know how to make good friends, or at least not many. But, this all ended when I moved out to California halfway through Middle School. I made a few very good friends after I came to Larchmont, and they helped me open myself up to more people. I made more friends than I ever had in my life, and began to spend time outside of school socializing— something I’d never done before. Through all of this change, my closest friends were still the same type of people I’d always sought out my entire life; it had always been more creative type people. Whether they focused their creative efforts towards games, art, writing or music, that was always the main thing that connected my closest friends to me. Also, despite my more extroverted approach now, I still do prefer a quiet setting with less people (or even no one) to one that is busy at the end of the

At baggage claim I grab my hot pink rolling suitcase with white flowers while Crystal and my parents get the rest of the baggage. The wind is whipping my hair around like an tent in a storm, we’re outside looking for my aunt Lizette to drive us to the 2 bedroom apartment my parents purchased us on Gibb street, about 2 hours later we arrive. I look around wide-eyed thinking how tiny the apartment looks but not mentioning it as not to sound ungrateful. “I know it's tiny but it's all we could afford I hear mom say I guess I had been making it obvious.

At a very young age, I began making my own decisions and putting myself first. After my parents got divorced, my mom decided to move. The move wasn't small. In fact, it was a very large one. We were moving halfway across the world. I did not understand why we had to move but I knew my mom would always make the best decisions for our family. First, it seemed cool when I was telling everybody. But then it hit me hard, knowing that I wasn't going to see my friends and family for a very long time. At the age of eight, I did not understand what was going on. I felt like I was out of the loop. I was going to have to make new friends and meet new people even though I did not know the language. Even when it came to finding something to eat, we did not know how to order food. It was a great struggle that was hard to overcome.

nia. I’ve been in and lived in many different states, so moving isn't new to me, it's been apart of my entire life. This one was different, especially with 2 toddlers that aren't potty trained. Now, it's time to get ready for a 4 day ride across country.

All the friends I had were expelled from school, and I was left alone. But overtime I made new friends, ones who actually cared about my future, instead of my reputation. Thanks to some unbelievable faculty and a few good friends and student reform program on-campus I was able to find a new version of myself. I started getting more involved with leadership positions at school, I joined new sports I’ve never tried before, and even won a scholarship for college from an art competition. My life was falling back into place, but after graduation I knew I had to be something better, if I want to survive