My Moving Day

Every person has a moment in his or her life where everything he or she has always known changes forever. About every six years my mom gets a promotion in her job which makes us move to cities. So far I have lived in a total of four cities. My dad works from home, so he can live just about anywhere, but as a result, he has to travel often which leads him to be absent a lot. Personally, I am terrified of change, judgment, acceptance, and being forced into a new environment. It is also hard because you have to get to know everyone so well then leaving them behind not knowing when you will see them. I have learned that people, attitude, style, fashion and just about everything changes. Moving tends to have a negative connotation, but it does have

The first move was expected, it was planned for a year almost, but it was still rough, I was going to be a South Carolinian. Hours of packing, most of it was done before we moved. You could say we pre planned. My sister was off to college and me to high school. My brother was young so nothing really bothered him. Goodbye, that was the hard part, all the friends and family, but most of all the house, my life it was all going

We were doing all of our tasks perfectly fine now. But, it was time for another family meeting……. we were going to move in two weeks. Disbelief at first, then sadness, then anger, then sadness again.

The day I found out I was moving, my first reaction was relief, for up until that point, I had concluded that the reason my parents were so serious, was because I’d done something wrong. However, as soon as that thought disappeared, another one replaced it. Why were we moving to DC? We were perfectly fine in the neighborhood that we lived in. Slowly, I began to realise that I did not like the idea of moving. I didn’t say this outloud because I was still confused. Was this a joke? Instead, I put on a bright smile and reacted as if they told me that they were going to throw a party. For the rest of the day I did my best to ignore the conversation we had, to ignore the fact that we were moving. It was not until

“I guess I should probably cancel the date, I set-up before I left home,” she said.

The reason being is because the Greek life organizations were helping people take their stuff from their vehicles and transfer them to their rooms and we were lucky enough to get a particularly fast group of people. What normally would have taken me and my folks thirty minutes or more, took them a matter of five to complete. The next step was to unpack everything and settle room boundaries with my roommate who happens to be a friend of mine from high school. The overall moving experience wasn't bad at all thanks to the amount of help I received from the Greek life people. From this experience, I learned that being ahead of schedule is very important and that there are a lot of nice people in the world. As for what I would do differently. I would definitely make sure to leave on time and try to be early so that traffic won't be so bad. I would like to leave a few words of wisdom for any upcoming college student who has move-in day to look forward to. First, always make sure to eat breakfast as soon as you wake up in the morning because you never know when you’ll actually be able to eat. Second, make

"Who knows how long this is going to take. I'd rather come inside than sit here." He shrugged walking with me to my front door. I pushed open my door to find a note hung on the other side.

I was sitting at my desk, looking around for any small detail that I thought I may have missed. Everything looked organized and the way my roommate and I wanted it to look. I looked at him and told him “this is our new home for a year”. Every upcoming college student dreams about moving day and my time was coming soon. Three weeks prior to move in day, I began organizing and preparing for what was coming, “What are the most important things I should bring”, “How much is the trip going to cost?”, all these questions began to rush towards my head at once and if it wasn’t for the help of my mom, I wouldn’t have been able to organize myself and pack for college.

“Thanks, but I don’t want to impose.” She looks off to the side and frowns. “There’s no one to call anyways.”

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

The summer of 2015 was the summer I moved for the first time in my life. Moving was a mix of emotions because after thirteen years I became attached to my bedroom and the looks of my house. The certain smells I would get when I walked through the door. Then, leaving that house that I have lived in and that bedroom I slept in for all those years was hard. It was a nice house and all, and I loved my room, but only a couple days later, I was already comfortable in my new home.

“Funny how she forgets I paid as much rent as she did this month,” I mutter. The guy’s face screws up with confusion. “I’m still more of a house guest. I just moved in, but I might have to find another place if I can’t get a job in the next couple of weeks. Or maybe live in my car.”

“Not necessarily. If he wants to stay, I’m okay with that. This is his house after all.”

That night my mother told my sister and I that we were moving. When she told us that it was hard for me to process it. I was feeling happy and sad at the same time. I was thinking things like, “Awesome! What will I tell my friends? Why? How are we going to get there? What will my life be like after the move?”. I was very confused.

I tend to move frequently and often find myself with one or more roommates. Sometimes these situations don’t end very well. I lived with two roommates for a few months only to have one week noticed provided before they left. Undoubtedly this was not enough time for me to prepare to move, unless I had already set aside money for this. I had not. This is a mistake I would learn from, as a year later, I had a similar incident. I also had two roommates in this living situation, and had been provided with a move out date that was thirty days in advance. However, relations deteriorated and one of the roommates went on a verbal tirade against me, thinking I was not able to move out. I secured an apartment within the hour with the resources I had set aside due to my previous experience, and was able to remove myself from the toxic situation. This worked out well for me because I wasn’t depending on the roommates, I was just benefiting from the situation. There are other situations where I was depending on help, and was let