Moving To Gondrin

Moving around was not easy. There were many obstacles present, and the most harmful of them all was the divorce of my parents. For a moment, I was without a father. I only realized the effect it had on me when I moved to Friendswood, Texas. Living in an environment where I was constantly moving, constantly having to make friends, and constantly trying to fit in contributed to my timidity. I shut people out. I suppressed feelings I should have talked about, and instead turned the other cheek and let them go.

Moving proved to me that I am capable of moving away from home. I might lose

So far in my life I have moved eight times and been to twelve different schools. I’m not talking about just moving houses. I’m talking about eight times, packing all of my things and moving to a whole different state. In all this I have learned the most important quality that anyone needs to get through all of the hardships and changes in moving. That quality is courage.

Have you ever had to try something new? Has it been hard? Well, when I moved to Greenbrier, Arkansas I went through hard times with doing new things. It was very difficult. If you have ever moved, you understand what I mean.

Moving happens frequently, about fourteen percent of Americans move each year. It doesn’t seem like a lot, but it is about 46,778,674 American citizens, that’s each year alone. If it hasn’t happened consider yourself lucky. If you’ve never personally moved, chances are probably know someone who has. The struggles that come along with moving can start off calm and fine but the reality of what is being left behind sets in and just realizing that everything has changed. I’ve moved three times, each time to completely new locations, new places I’ve never seen, and new faces I hadn’t met. The first time I moved it was life-changing. I was moving from the suburbs of Coppell, Texas to Albany, Georgia.

Have you ever moved from house to house? I have moved from country to country.

To the average person, moving is not an unusual occurrence. As a child, I moved from place to place ever since the age of two. However, on the account that I was still under the school age, the matter of moving did not affect me as much. It was when I was twelve, that my life took a drastic

My father wasn't around as much during Middle and High School. He took a position in New York City that kept him away for much of the week, though he would often return each weekend for short spurts. After graduating high school, I joined my father in New Jersey to embark on my undergraduate experience, leaving behind my mother and siblings in our upstate New York home. The dichotomy between these two locales was immediately perceptible — from the population density and cultural heterogeneity to the very way that the roads and highways were strewn about. The acclimatization process was sluggish — further hampered by my own initial sentiments of detachment. Being a novel resident of New Jersey while also commuting to campus day-to-day was challenging,

This past summer, I moved in with my grandparents. It was hard to move from the place that I’ve lived most of

We all had to relate to the new neighbors, schools, and state in general. We ain’t really have much when we moved so we had to make the best of what we got. Not having a lot caused some rifts between us but it made us have a stronger bond in the end. Being raised in an environment that was little but so loving than moving to a different environment that was big but not as loving shaped me tremendously as a person. After going through all of that I realized that there is always going to be something better whether it is a car or a house, but you can’t be happy until you love what you got. Once I realized that I became a better person in all ways whether it was how I treat my mother or how I handle stressful

Quiet and unassuming, a modest-looking house lies in the middle of a vast, empty plain, located away from the city and close to the pastoral natural world. Separated from the forceful influences of conformity, but still in touch with the surrounding world, this house is free to think, feel, and experience as it pleases. That’s because this house represents more than the entirety of its physical and visual features; it is a metaphor for my memories, ambitions, secrets, feelings, and emotions.

In the middle of Southern Illinois, where the corn grows fast, and the grass even faster, there lies a town so small, the state actually classifies it as a village. Inside of this Midwestern microcosm is a specific building that has represented something greater than the structures around it. This establishment prides itself on its multifunctional purpose, and consistently excites any guest, regardless of age, who may pass through the worn, oaken doors. As many people enter, few, in the little village of just 3,000 residents, recognize the role it has facilitated from childhood to old age. When it comes to experience, no building in the entirety of the village gives the same

I’ve moved several times leaving behind family and friends. At one point my husband and I were tired of moving and saying goodbye to friends. My kids were sad leaving their school and starting all over again. Our last stop was North Dakota twenty years ago. It has been a blessed we got jobs we loves and my children ended with good friends, a good education, and jobs they loved.

My family was lucky when it came to the moving aspect. They only moved states three times. Once after they married from Texas to Arizona

I would have never thought that I would grow up to love the country life. I went from growing up in a big, busy, and hectic city, to a small, slow-paced, and simple town. I was so used to having neighbors, and walking and biking on a side-walk. Now I live on a gravel road with almost no neighbors. A change in environment really influences a person's personality. I now love the silence and hearing the birds chirp and coyete’s howl. The corn fields go on for miles and the sunsets are breathtaking.