My Life In Arizona-Personal Narrative

When George came home from work he told me that he had some really good news. Now, I don't know if I would call it good news, but he said that our family needs to move to Oregon. At first I was in such shock because Iowa is such a good place for our family, but a change is always good. The government is giving all males over the age of sixteen 640 acres of free farmland. That is more land then we have right now, and the land won’t be as crowded as the land here in Iowa.

I moved to Arizona from Boston in 2014. We have moved around before, but this was different. We were going across the country. I was sad to leave everything I knew behind for someplace I didn’t really know about. We moved in July, and as August came closer and closer, I got more nervous. Would I sit alone at lunch? Would I like my teachers? As any 6th grader would be before the first day of school, I was scared and a bit nervous. I was pretty shy, always hiding myself in books. So I was relieved to find that we wouldn’t have to find our classes alone on the first day. I was dreading lunch, but I put it out of my mind. That day, in fact, I met one of my best friends. I managed to survive my first day of middle school. And the next. And the next. I even got good grades in math! I sometimes struggle, and did previously, in math.

Relocating from Florida back to Arizona was quite the journey. We went through terrible weather changes and and other dreadful like things on the trip. On the day we took off to board the greyhound we found out that the train had been experiencing some difficulties performing like the rest of them, but we had been told that the problems were fixed and that we shouldn't be worried. So we trusted in this man and what he had told us and i see now that was a big mistake, so we boarded the train took off our bags and we were all excited and could'nt wait to get back to see granny the rest of the family. Finally the train took off and the journey began I took a seat and felt relieved and calm but at the same time I felt uneasy and i just couldn't

At the age of ten years old, I had just moved to Arizona and didnt have any friends. I was scared in a new place and we had moved alot so didnt want to make friends if we were going to move again.

In the first place, 1930 was hard for most people even though I hadn’t experienced it but my family and I were one of the survivors that lived thanks to my father. My Father died during the dust bowl due to pneumonia. Since my father died my mom is a single parent so I have to go to school. I go to school with a trash bag and out of nowhere people start calling me names like mentally retarded, but I don't care because they are the rich kids here. A few have passed and I started to do things like work go to school and other stuff people do. During the time of school I had better grades than all the students in my class, but one thing that was hard and distracting was my teacher. Sometimes she’d get mad at other students then she would get mad

In 2011 on a very cold December night, my dad told me something that I will never forget. My siblings and I were all sitting in my fathers very out dated apartment, eating hamburger helper and watching a movie on his small 32 inch t.v.

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.

It was mid-winter of 1848, I was doing my daily chores when my neighbor brought news that two days earlier, on January 24, James W. Marshall made a discovery of gold on his piece of land in California. At first, I didn’t think that this would affect me in any way, but then I realized I could start a new life in California filled with gold and fortune, away from my small farm in Missouri. I decided to pack up my things and start on my long journey to California, I packed enough food, water, and supplies to last me a few months. The next morning I was surprised to see that not many others from my town were seeking gold, I knew it was unsafe for me to travel alone, but I was sure I’d meet others along the way.

In 1978, when I was 14, my family moved from Phoenix, AZ to Cerritos, CA; a small city in the heart of the greater Los Angeles area. Phoenix was mainly White, Barry Goldwater conservatives trying their best to hold onto 1950’s Americana, but Los Angeles in the late 1970s was different; it was alive, vibrating to frequencies of the differing cultures that called the L.A. basin home. Looking back it still fills me with excitement, but truth be told I was scared to death. When I first arrived I had no friends, no experience to prepare me for the full on culture shock I found myself facing, nor any thought of how special that area would be to me. No other place than Southern California could have provided a better backdrop to develop the foundation

Have you ever had everything you’ve ever known, stripped away from like it had never even mattered. The things you most loved and cherished, such as friends and family, taken away. Have you ever had to leave the only place you’ve ever known, as well as the people who lived there. I can honestly tell you I thought the world was ending when my parents announced that we would be leaving our quaint town in Arizona and moving to the big city. A few miles outside of Boston. The suburbs to be exact.

Compared to most days, it was pretty pleasant out. Porsha, my best friend, was over at my house for the day. Like most times when we hung out,  we needed something to do. There wasn't really much to do in Lake Havasu, Arizona. Both of us enjoy spending a lot of time outside, you can tell by our tan skin. Swimming was the best thing to do as it was so blazing hot here, but I did not have a pool.

There are unfurnished one bedroom apartments in Kenmore, NY located at 16-42 Chapel Road. I was going to move there, but decided not to since I do not have furniture, and I did not want to sign a lease. The apartments are located in a safe neighborhood. The contact phone number is (716) 949-3264. The rent is $650.00 for 650 square feet which includes water, stove, and a refrigerator. The tenant pays for the utilities. The average rent for a one bedroom apartment in the Buffalo area is $870.00.

My story began on September 12, 2000, in Phoenix, Arizona. I was born to my mother, a faithful member of the gospel, and my father, an alcoholic. These two traits did not function well together and they ended up getting a divorce in 2001. This would start a new chapter that took my mother, three sisters and I to Elko, Nevada. Nearby was the reservation of my Native American (NA) tribe, the Western Shoshone. My NA heritage came from my father, so when he left my life, he took the culture with him. My grandmother did all she could to include me in the tribe by making me traditional NA items such as moccasins and shawls.

In my book I told the story of when I moved here from Arizona to Virginia. This event flipped my world upside down, I moved away from my family, friends, house, and the wonderful warm weather. I also had to adjust to the new climate and a new house. The making of this book has brought out the emotions of missing my friends and family that are still very far away. It has changed me personally in the way that I no longer had those friends around to shape me and I had to become more outgoing to go and make new friends. I new that we would move at some point while living in Arizona since I had already moved twice, but never imagined I would be leaving the west coast. Let alone staying out here in the same area and house for the past 10 years since

Last January I had decided to make one of the biggest decisions of my life and move to Phoenix. Coming from Alaska this was a drastic change for me. I really didn't want to leave but I got a job offer that I just couldn't turn down. Very quickly I learned that Phoenix was as bland and boring as everyone said it would be. No nature, no weather, just buildings and bright sunny days. The first two weeks were fine, but after that I had already explored most of the area and learned that Phoenix just might be one of the most boring cities in America