Moving To North Carolina-Personal Narrative

Just recently, I found out I was moving to another state. Knowing I have to leave everything behind was awful. I was halfway through eighth grade, starting the second semester, and I was doing great. My grades were all A’s and I was happy there with all my friends, Amber, Marianna, and Makayla. Our house was decent, my sister and I both had our own rooms anything I would ever wish for. My dad had been promoted to another job, where he was going to get paid more than what he was currently earning. It was an amazing opportunity for my family. I was glad for my dad, but I still felt bad for myself.

A wise man once said, "Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not." I have always planned for the future then sometimes it's not as I expected it to be. I used to live in Raleigh, North Carolina and thought I would be there forever. I never really thought about moving as a result it didn’t bother me until one day. I was told we are moving to South Carolina, I honestly thought that it was the worst thing ever. Change may not be as bad as you might think it is. Who knows, you may like change better.

Have you ever gone to a place to visit? Where have you been? What did you do there? I would like to go back to Florida, because last time I was there I was very little. My grandma and grandpa use to live there. In Florida there are lots of places to go and lots of things to do. My favorite things about Florida is fishing in the Gulf of Mexico, the different animals you can see, and the warm weather.

Hola fellow classmates. I am Michelle and look forward to working with all of you over the next 8 weeks. My area of study is in accounting and delighted to finally learn Spanish. I currently reside in gloomy Ohio and look forward to moving south after my daughter finishes this year of school. Learning the Spanish language is going to be truly helpful in communicating once I move to Florida. Unfortunately, I cannot recall a time that I have experienced a different cultural introduction. Now that I must think about the people that I have encountered in my life, and the greetings that I have had with them, they all seemed to have used the standard introduction of shaking hands. Greetings to my family and friends is a hug and kiss on the

I grew up in Keizer, Oregon and was involuntarily forced to move to Nevada County when I was around nine years old, all because my older sister had to go and get pregnant. Plus my mom wanted to be “closer to the family.” I had to drop everything I knew since kindergarten to move to some town in the middle of nowhere with no friends, all because my sister was having a baby? At the time it felt unjustified, but what say does a nine-year-old have when it comes to major events anyway? None. I'm so glad that snotty nosed nine-year-old didn't have a single say because I would not be who I am today or where I am at this point in my life if it wasn’t for Nevada County. Living here was truly a fate bound journey that has given me the opportunity to

Texas born and raised means a lot of things, but for me it means diverse. As a child, I grew up in the southside of San Antonio and attended a Catholic school which contributed majorly to how I act now and has impacted how I view others. However, in the 7th grade, I moved to the Texas Hill Country and learned a plethora of contradictory views. This has led me to form my own opinions on what is right and wrong and meshed city and country life to create a well-rounded, diverse Texan.

Archaeologists believe that the first human beings to enter North America traveled from Siberia between 10,000 and 12,000 years ago. During the Ice Age, a period in time named for the reduction in the Earth's temperature, ocean levels receded, exposing land that was previously covered by the Bering Sea (2). The ancestors of Native Americans were able to walk across the land from present-day Siberia to the landmass that, today, is known as Alaska. Prior to 1550, the ancestors of Native Americans were nomadic hunters and gatherers, meaning they traveled in search of food. Around 1550, Native American tribes were practicing settlement. Settlements consisted of small villages that were centered on hunting, fishing, or farming (2). Approximately thirty Native American tribes settled on the land that is now known as North Carolina including, the Cherokee, the Catawba, the Tuscarora, the Cape Fear, and the Waccamaw tribes (2).

When I was only four years old, my life changed forever. It was the year I moved to North Carolina. My dad’s friend got him a job opportunity that he simply couldn’t give up. So, he quit his job and found a nice rental house to live in. I had moved before but I don’t remember. I moved from Indiana to North Carolina with my brother my cat and my parents. When I moved to North Carolina, I was aware of what was happening, but I never realized how different everything would be. The house we moved into we only lived in for a year, but it was a pretty hectic year.

It was pouring rain the day I moved to Tennessee, which reflected exactly how I felt on the inside. One week before my Junior year of high school, my parents decided to relocate the family six hours away from where I’d lived my entire life—a decision that was not supported by all those involved.

In recent days I had the opportunity to go back to North Carolina for a few short days. There, with a heavy heart from a loss in the family, I had nothing else to look towards. I’ve always heard of individuals finding peace, faith, blessings, and love of Christ from attending church. I’ve never been a person who put their faith into a higher power. As I was growing up my parents never wanted to force me into any religion without me knowing everything about it and choosing which route to take on my own. As the years treaded on, I never bothered myself to learn about the many different religions and what each stands for. So I used this opportunity as mine to attend church for the very first time. I attended the Roman Catholic services held

The only state I have ever known as home is North Carolina. I was born and raised in Charlotte and the only time I have ever moved away was last year to start a new chapter of my life as a college student. Growing up in Charlotte has had such an impact on what I plan to do with my future. As a young child I always thought of Charlotte as the next best thing to New York City. I shortly realized after visiting that was not quite the case. New York City introduced me to a new world of opportunity.

I was 9 years old when my mom came to with a question she had. She made it sound really serious, I thought something horrible happened. When she finally got to the question it turned out to be amazing! She asked me if I wanted and was okay with moving to Florida. Of course me being 9 thought it was such exciting news. I obviously said yes, but a few months later made me regret my decision.

A lot of things have turned out differently for me than I had ever expected. I never thought that I would ever move from Illinois to Tennessee. When I was little I didn’t even expect from where I was then, to where I am now today. I won’t be talking about those events that happened, but I will be talking one that happened recently. It is about the time where my group and I thought our cheer stunt was going to hit. Nobody knew it was going to break down.

They say never appreciate something until it's gone. I can confirm this 100%. Moving away from somewhere you've lived and known your whole life can be very challenging. In this case for me I was moving from Charlotte, North Carolina to Arizona.. Many things change with you, such as sports, friends, family, and school. I do competitive cheerleading, so I had to change the gyms I was cheering at. I have had to make all new friends, since I didn’t know anyone in Arizona. I had to leave my family behind in Charlotte. Lastly, I have had to switch schools and my old school was much smaller and easier than Desert Mountain. Moving is a big change, and will continue to be a big change and adjustment.

I remember the day I had to move to Atlanta, like it was yesterday.I remember watching the news and the reported kept repeating that the state of Louisiana was under state of emergency because Hurricane Katrina was coming and that everyone had to leave as soon as possible.Knowing that my home was going to be destroyed,made me feel so broken just because of the fact that there was so many memories there.My family didn't have big enough cars so we was able to take everything that we had in our homes,so most of my childhood pictures,toys,clothes..etc got destroyed.We didn't have a place to stay for like a week or so but eventually we found a shelter in a different part of Louisiana.