My Story Of My Life

Moving around from town to town happened quite often when I was younger. I always mirage living in one house my whole life and never having to know the feeling of leaving good friends behind. The move from Michigan to Illinois was definitely the most arduous. Elise, one of my best friends, had been with me from the first day I walked into Rummer Elementary to when we were crying on my porch the day before I left Michigan three years later. I expected this to be the last time we saw each other. I had done this enough that I realized she would move on or the six hour drive would keep us separated till we eventually gave up. My mother promised me it would be different this time, I thought she was only trying to keep me from becoming an misanthropist,

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

When I was a little kid we lived in Alabama.My dad had a job that involved moving around a lot. When we first moved I didn’t really like it, but I was also going excited because we were going somewhere new. Through out my life till now I have lived in seven different places. I visited many different towns and cities. I didn’t always agree/love moving. So here's my story.

Moving from one place to another was very hard. When I was ten years old, I was living with my mom in a small town in southeastern Idaho. I had, at this time, lived here for about four years. I had come to love this

When I was little, My family and I moved to different areas because of my dad’s work in the Navy. We traveled from California to Washington to Florida then back to California. We lived in military neighborhoods and RV camps. This constant change of scenery and people I interacted with gave me a sense of perspective on how different the world can be. It was not until I was six when we settled in San Diego with my aunt. We lived there for two years and then moved to Moreno Valley and finally got our own permanent house.

At the age of six, I moved to Houston, Texas with that small family of mine by saying goodbye to walking amidst a sea of humanity and hello to traveling in air-conditioned cars. The smell of spices disappeared. The continuous noise of car honks became silent. Two-wheelers just seemed to reshape into four-wheelers. Starting from a land of sugar, moving into the land of woods and finally arriving in the springs.

Throughout my short 18 years on earth I have moved many times. Most of them I don’t quite remember for I was too young too remember. The first time I can remember moving was when my grandmother came to get us from Colorado and take us home to Washington, where we lived happily for six years. When I was ten, we moved to Montana. I had my fair share of pain and disaster living here, mainly my fifth and sixth grade years. However, there is one memory that kind of makes up for all that. To this day I can still remember it as if it were yesterday.

Moving from country to country, state to state, and city to city every year is not the ideal childhood; but for me, it was a reality. Once my parents gave birth to my sister in Tehran, Iran, they moved to Canada where I was born. After my parents’ divorce when I was only two years old, my mother decided to leave Canada taking my sister and I to the United States; however, this was only the beginning of my travels. Our first destination was Orange Country, California. It was a beautiful city full of life, palm trees, hot weather, and a refreshing start to my childhood. Of course as I began to get use to that city and my new friends, we decided to move to Laguna Beach, California. I was determined that this would be home at last, but my mother

As i was growing up my environment changed frequently every two years due to the fact that I was born into a military family. So we would move whenever it was time to move, but that never changed who i was. Moving became a strong habit that I had to get used to. Moving away from where I was borned and how I was raised. I was a country girl who was born in Portsmouth,Virginia but was raised in the country part of Suffolk,Virginia, where everyone was related and always happy to see you. Since I was raised in the country,I had to walk miles to our neighbors. And if we didn’t walk, then we would ride dirt bikes or four wheeler to meet up together. The older I became the further we would move. Which caused a huge impact in my life.

I was born on December 31, 1970 in Elyria. Ohio just moments before the New Year; a tax deduction and the first born girl of my middle class insurance selling father and stay at home mother. As far back as I can remember, we always lived in a nice neighborhood, in a nice house; that is, until 1977, when at age seven, divorce would rock my perfect world. From then on out, I would find myself in survival mode; my mother did not divorce well you see, and I found myself always having to choose between my two parents; something an impressionable young girl should never have to do. Fortunately, for me my mother’s sister and her husband, my Aunt Sue and Uncle Bill would step in a lot and give me a safe place to be a kid.

Moving has always been a big issue in my family. My mother grew up on packed boxes and new cities. She promised my sister and I that we would never live that lifestyle. That plan epically backfired. This summer, the summer before 8th grade, I moved, for the 7th time.

I’ve spent over half my life moving back to back from one state to another. I was born in Omaha, Nebraska, and after that my parents moved to Iowa, but my earliest memories are from the couple years we spent in Colorado. I remember going to Preschool at a school called Legacy Lion, I remember finding out I was going to have little brothers and how excited I was that they were twins. The day they came home was they day I got my lifelong best friends. I don’t remember the day we left nor do I remember much of the drive, but we ended up moving to Arizona.

He stands tall in the small crowd, no one seems to notice him leaning against the pole, eyes glued to his phone. I observe him from across the room, his chocolate curls swept to the right a small ringlet protruding the opposite way in protest. He catches me staring, a mouthful of perfectly straight white teeth are flashed in my direction. I look away trying not to be obvious only to glance back in hope of catching another glimpse of this perfect human; but my heart sinks as the slim figure is nowhere to be found. A firm finger taps my shoulder, turning to see who requests my attention I notice it’s the man from across the room. “Hi I’m Tom”. A deep English voice fills my ears, his voice bringing me comfort and excitement. I feel small as I

“No,” I said, blinking my eyes and smiling, my tone etched with irritation, “I’m pretty sure it’s Sarah Johnson, I believe she had brown curly hair? Gees did nobody remember me? Remember Sarah Johnson!

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.