My New House

And I also remember the day, when my parents informed me that we were moving. The plan was to move out from the clustered city of New York, and shift into the suburban setting of New Jersey. As a young child, I was startled and not sure if I was ready to be able to commit and abstained the thought. The thought of leaving my friends and the place where I grew up in all my life, irked me emotionally. With a new city, came a new house and a new environment.

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.

August came along and we had to hit the road. The whole time I was nervous because this was a new place to me. I was thinking about everything, school,friends, what to do on weekends.

So when I was told by my parents that we were moving again, I was not ecstatic about it. I was genuinely upset, and I pleaded to my parents every day to change their decision of moving to the United States. I was in denial, I didn’t want to be in Miami.

It was a rainy day with grey clouds filling the sky when my mom told me, "We are going to move to Fresno." Those few words shocked me for days, I did not think we were going to ever to move again. I had grown attached to everything in my life in Los Angeles. I was going to have to step out of my comfort zone and get accustomed to new surroundings.

When I was nine years old, my parents, two siblings, and uncle decided that it was time for us to move from Missouri up to chilly Massachusetts. Both my uncle and father were construction workers. There were so many projects in Massachusetts, it was sensible for us to move. Financially, this was also the solution to our money problems. All around we were all very excited for this move, all except for myself.

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

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

“NO!” Those were the words I uttered when I learned that we were moving from Seattle, Washington to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. These two cities seemed worlds apart, in my mind at age thirteen. I wanted nothing more than to remain at home, but I was taken from one world to another. In retrospect, I feel that I benefited greatly from the move.

“Can we talk about moving to Minnesota?”, my father would ask. “I don’t want to, ” I’d always responded. This lasted for four years, my father always looking towards the future, my future, but never willing to press me towards the opportunities he saw. I had friends, an expansive yard where I could play, take pictures, observe the wildlife, a quaint home in a quaint neighborhood attending a quaint school in northern Mississippi, and each time the question came up, a feeling of fear welled up as I thought about how different it would all be, really the complete opposite: a rural home to a suburban apartment, a school with fewer than a thousand students for grades K-12 to one quadruple the size, a world with friends, one without. Eventually, after my eighth grade year, I let in to my father and allowed logic to clear the emotions that

And I didn’t always know the struggles my family went through, but initially moving there… I was a kid! I was excited about moving into a bigger house, with a bigger bedroom. And not be in a apartment anymore.

People always write about how moving cities ruined their lives and caused them to have no friends, but for me it was the opposite. Of course I was only twelve, so naturally there was a ton of crying and ugly looks toward my parents. In all honesty if they hadn’t of moved me I wouldn’t be living in my favorite place on Earth. Aspen, Colorado is a wonderful town, but it’s a much better home. Living here is unlike anywhere I’ve ever been. the views I wake up to every morning are astounding and different every morning. No two mornings are the same. Going to school in Aspen has to be the coolest thing in the world. We call our teachers by their first names, which most people would think is disrespectful, but what they don’t realize is that it creates

I started to red in the face, did not want to help, I wanted to start putting at the boxes in the car bringing it to my old house, and I was not listening to anyone because I loved the old house. Then I started to get over it because I knew I would like this house, but my little sister crying and I told her it would be fine. Later in the day I was thinking that it had more room, colorful space, bright, loving, that we weren’t done with it,

Moving form neighborhood to neighborhood for some could be a hard task to accomplish. The emotions of leaving a place I had been living the past seven years of my life were somewhat confusing. The feelings were all mixed between happiness, sadness and excitement. This new experience was something that not only I, but my family as well was going through and for that I was sure. We all had family members and many friends who we were not going to see for a long time but I looked at this in a good way. For me this was more of a positive experience than a negative one. Looking at the negative side of moving to a new city for a better life would be ungrateful. The time it took for us to move, the things we went through, or as I call them experiences,

Packing up your life and belongings is a difficult task to do. My family lived in Apple Valley, MN, until the week before my 7th birthday. My parents told my younger brother and I that we were moving to Hastings, MN. I had no idea where that was as a child. I was excited about this new experience. I have always been interested in travelling. When we arrived in Hastings, it was nothing like my old town. I knew nobody, all I knew was that I lived in the middle of the woods. Moving to a different town isn’t just about the new house, it is also about making new friends at a new school, and living a different lifestyle.