My Experience In My Life

Moving away from the place that one calls home is a hard situation, especially for a child at a young age. I lived in Brookhaven, Mississippi, and I was in the eighth grade. I had been in Brookhaven School District majority of my childhood. I had plenty of friends, and I was involved in school clubs. It was two weeks before the beginning of my freshman year when I got the news. My mom called me in her room and explained why I had to transfer schools. My sister has Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis, and she felt that it was best that we try a smaller school. I called up my friends to tell them the news, and we decided that these last few nights were going to be the best. We went out to bowl, had sleep overs, and had a special trip to the waterpark. I felt so happy to get that time with them, but moving day came and ruined all of the fun. That morning we packed up the house, said our goodbyes to our neighbors, and drove away. Though as I rode in the car towards a new beginning, I felt like I left behind the whole world behind me.

In that summer prior to moving in the fall, I grew anxious and eager. My friends slowly began to move to their new colleges and I thought to myself “wow, this is really happening!” Unfortunately, my sister and I (we are twins) started school on the same day so our parents had to split up and take me to California and her to New York. My mom traveled with me and I remember us sitting in the airport waiting for our flight watching my last sunset, and she said “I am so happy for you. I know you will enjoy this.” I knew I would

Moving schools and neighborhoods was when I first felt like a stranger in the village, but in this case it’s not a village. Attending my new school was so hard to get comfortable with, but I managed. I made friends instantly and made new memories. Unfortunately some problems with my dad didn’t change and he would try to meddle with my mom's life and control her still which wasn’t good for my mom.

Moving to another country is something that for the majority of people it might be a challenge. The toll of cultural defiances, unfamiliar traditions, society, and language are the most important and consternating struggles that people faced. But changes occur every minute, every second, and everywhere. Changes bring doubt, fear, and even pain to most people. But changes are something that I always look forward to because they alter my perspectives on things. Changes remind me of unpleasant memories, but also about learning experiences. The question of why here and not there, was something that I answered 6 years ago.The answer lied in a series of actions and childhood memories. My life is separated into two geographic locations. The first

My family and I were moving from Boston, Massachusetts to Houston, Texas. My Dad’s job was relocating to Houston, Texas because of better resources for the company. I was going to have a new house, new friends, and a new school. Everything was going to be new and different. Sadly, moving is not as fun and exciting as it seems. It’s as sad as a kid without candy.

In the heat of summer 2011, I moved from small town Statesboro, Georgia to Columbia, South Carolina. I was only six at the time, so I hadn’t really thought much about moving to a new house, new school, or even a whole other state. In actual fact, I was mostly enthusiastic about moving. This was a both positive and negative experience for my whole family. This was the year my whole life changed.

My first move was very rough moving away from everything I knew, to a whole new place I don't even know anything about.It took me a long time to know how to get around our city. Now I have to learn an entirely new place. It was everything I ever really knew, and then having to start over from the ground up . But, I guess it might be easier since I am a bit older so I might come to even better understanding of my surroundings. So we decided to move to Ohio, so we stayed in a camper in Logan,Ohio till we found a house to move into. It was different living in the camper we had no internet,no cable,and it was quite secluded.I guess you could say we were camping,but it wasn’t too bad.I got to read a lot of my books and take quiet walks it was very

Different schools, different groups of friends, even living in different houses has always allowed me to appreciate what is a constant in my life: my family. No matter where we have lived or where I have gone to school, they have always been there for me and supported me in whatever I have chosen to pursue. The memories I have will remain with me forever, whether it was spending summers in northern Wisconsin on a lake, or my dad buying me a warm Belgian waffle as we leave the grocery store in Antwerp to head home. My mom driving me to a small sailing harbour in Sydney for my 6am sailing lessons and my family getting together to cheer on the Green Bay Packers from every corner of the world we have lived. My family is what grounds me and keeps me supported in every transition of my life. So when I had to say goodbye in order to attend Northfield Mount Hermon in western Massachusetts the start of my sophomore year of high school, it was the hardest thing I have had to do

When I came to live here in NY for me was very sad to leave all my friends and part my family, especially my grandma that I lived with her since I was practically born. She is like my mom, when I entered high school I didn’t know a lot of English and the class here are very different. Making friends was difficult for me since they all talked English and the teachers, but they were all good and I made a lot good friends that about these days there still in my life.

Moving changes everything. For me, going from sunny California to bipolar South Dakota was huge. From what I thought was cold to getting here in December is definitely something I won’t ever forget. California's winter temperatures are like South Dakota's fall temperatures. Now when I go back home, and people are complaining about 40 degree weather, I just tell them that it's nothing compared to here. The switch changed a lot of things about me.

began in Chagrin Falls, Ohio, a suburb of Cleveland, where I was born in this world. Chagrin Falls, as a I remember it, was a cold place, but not dreary. It was like a unexpected book, one you thought you wouldn’t even read, but eventually grow to love. As a three year old, I moved to Gondrin, a tiny village in France, where I spent my early childhood. Gondrin was different; bright, colorful, and full of flowers. It was the epitome of a small village. My second and final move brought me to Weddington, North Carolina, my home for the past eight years. When I moved to this new place, a bustling and upcoming town, I was taken aback by the differences between it and my old home. In France, everything was quiet and rural, while Weddington, despite not being a big city, was the polar opposite. There were shops in France, while there were stores in Weddington. There were fruit and vegetable stands in France, while there were supermarkets in Weddington. I do not seek to condemn Weddington, as it was just vastly unfamiliar to my young brain. Living in France as I

Have you ever wondered what it is like to leave friends you've known since almost birth? Or what it is like to be placed into a completely unknown area? Well to me it's like an adaptation in animals, how they must change just to fit their environment. This ¨adaptation¨ happened to me at the age of 14 in the beautiful city of Atlanta, Georgia. It was just like any other day school, friends, etc. Except one thing, I was moving.

This past summer I moved to a brand new house in a brand new neighborhood. The move was really exciting but also kind of scary. So many things could go wrong like what if people didn’t like me. I tried to stay positive though and imagined the best situation which turned out to actually happening.

Although the idea of moving was thrilling, it also became terrifying since I had never moved anywhere other than around the Cape, so whenever I did move I hardly felt the difference. But this was a completely different change since I would be moving across the country! When my friends at school found out they were happy for me and also melancholy about me leaving. Some of them I had only just met and others I have known for years like my friend Cindy, who I have known for 4 years. The two of us were close and had even planned to move to California together after high school. That was one of my motivations to move because if I moved then it would be easier for her to join me. After a long talk, we agreed to stay in contact and depending on our situations, she might even move in with me during our senior year of high

I’ve lived in three different states and attended six schools over the past eight years. Relocating from Texas to Michigan, and later Michigan to Georgia were big adjustments for me. I missed my friends and close relatives. However, I knew I had to make the best of my circumstances. Through these experiences, I began to learn to be more flexible, become more open-minded to different traditions, and be adventurous in different parts of the country-I played volleyball, joined a dance team, and even went skiing! At school, I also focused on excelling in my classes and challenge myself like I did when adjusting to a new town.