Narrative About Moving Away

Since 2012, I have moved 3 times. The first move was definitely the hardest of all the moves. My entire life was turned upside down right before high school. I was happy to move, but it was a complete change. I had to relearn how to live, and I suddenly had to be the one to care for my younger siblings.

control not only our actions but also our thoughts. We are born and raised doing and believing

got to the point where I didn't even realize I was doing it to myself anymore.

When I was nine years old my father went to prison. Since he was a single parent, I was forced to relocate to Washington State to live with my grandparents. Moving to Washington was one of the worst things that I thought could happen at the time, even though it ended up strengthening me as a person. I was forced to leave my friends, school, father and all of my other family members. I was taken from everything I knew and was left very confused and conflicted.

The next morning, we all gather our belongings, pack them in the truck or van and gather in between the two vehicles."Noah was at a camp, just outside of Richmond." Rick says, leaning against the van's side. "It was secure, it had walls, twenty people. Beth wanted to go with him, wanted to get him there." He looks at the ground, putting his hands in his pocket. "It is a long trip but if it works out, it's the last long trip we have to make." He had hope in his voice, desperation to finally find a safe place. "And if it's no longer there?" I ask what no one wants to, but is thinking. "We keep going." Rick nods. "Then we find a new place." Michonne chimes on. No one says anything more. "Okay, let's get moving." Rick breaks the silence. We relocate to our sitting arrangements of the previous night. Carl, Noah and I try our best to get in the most comfortable positions we can discover while moving around. A few minutes later we, as well as nothing to do. I resort to

The day my parents told me and my siblings that we were moving back to the United States was one of the best and worst days in my life. When you moving, there is always that balance of bitter and sweet. When you first hear it, you think of the new adventure that is to come. You think of your new room, new environment, new school, but the reality of what moving means hasn’t set in yet. When you have the chance to process, you feel like there is a dark pit in your chest. You will no longer have the comfort of your friends, family, or anything that you take for granted in your current life. The worst part of this feeling is knowing that there is nothing you can do about it. You start to feel guilty over feeling the excitement of moving, because

The alarm went blaring off and I wasn’t ready. I was not quite done packing up there wasn’t much left to be done. As I put in the last of things into a box with my name I carried it up the stairs and outside into the pile that was going into the car. As the time went by I looked back to what we were going to be leaving behind. All the empty rooms filled with the past. I was neutral about the whole thing. I realized I was more scared than sad about leaving. I wouldn’t know anything or anyone. I had settled just fine here in Littleton. The last of things went into the car, not like there was a whole bunch we were taking with us as we were starting fresh. We stood in the parking lot, my whole family. Our conversations had to come to an end as

It’s no secret, life is chaotic. As a child, in fact the very second you made your debut in the hospital room, you probably took a great big gulp of tepid sterilized air and began to scream. Before birth you had been infected. The struggle had already begun. Mom and Dad did as much as they could to help you adjust, but the cozy world you lived in would never be available to you. You messed your diaper, you rolled off the bed, and you collapsed in ear-splitting tomato faced hysterics for no reason. You couldn't even get food from the table to your charming little mouth for several months. What is this ferocious disease you have been subjected to? You have been infected with the disease chaos. We’ll call it the law of Adam, because he deserves

I found it difficult for me to resolve my emotional conflict, it took a long time for me to find confidence, and it became hard for me to enter the student council in the senior high school since I was afraid of making the same mistake. Any students who had ever abused psychologically must struggle when they continue their education, they will always be burdened by fears until they can resolve it by themselves. This condition is not health for students, the psychological bully will have a long lasting memory, and give an inconvenience feeling in school. Learning and schooling will be hard when the subjective feeling is not

nia. I’ve been in and lived in many different states, so moving isn't new to me, it's been apart of my entire life. This one was different, especially with 2 toddlers that aren't potty trained. Now, it's time to get ready for a 4 day ride across country.

Yes! I had successfully escaped from the dreadful claws of death! I felt a sense of relief, but at the same time I felt more than anything fear. Fear of what comes next. I started hearing people from above screaming and yelling and shuffling. But I knew if I could escape from death, I can definitely survive and escape from this hell as well. I started feeling hopeful and prepared of whatever came to me until the walls started to shake. The walls then started shifting towards me with burning iron behind it. There was no way out or between the walls except the one way I feared the most… the pit. I knew that if I tried to jump over it I would die, and I knew that if I tried to resist the shifting of the walls, I would also end up dead. “Death,”

There are days of my childhood that I will always cherish. I will always remember the sweet summer days with my family from singing karaoke, taking trips to the beach, and so much more. Even though I can not remember every memory; times with my family will be etched in my mind forever.

I have an abundance of grotesque, yet, barely visible memories of childhood. However, no breathtaking family trips, no unique family togetherness that taught a moral lesson, no abnormal holidays. We still ate family meals together, but most often the children and adults lived in different worlds. When I needed comforting or wanted the best of both worlds, I could turn to my Grandpa.

There’s a lot we can learn from the stories of our past – if we tell them in such way that enables us to hear what they really have to say. This holds true with me and my life. To put it simply, the life I’ve lived up to this point has been nothing short of a beautiful (and bumpy) roller coaster ride! As I have grown up there have been many factors that have influenced me to take on or do certain things. These things, plus some of my individual choices, have contributed into what’s made me who I am today. And with that, I’m happy to say for this moment in time, I’m satisfied with the person I am and the path I’m taking.

People who are nostalgic about childhood, were obviously never children. Few people can remember the truth about adolescence. Their minds "censor" their memories; and have them believe that being a teenager was was one big party, free of cares and responsibilities. Well let me say this, you couldnOt be more wrong if you had a lobotomy. There aren't that many adults around who realise what adolescence was really like. The anguish, the fear, the anxiety, the stress. People don't remember those problems because they want to forget them.