Narrative About Moving Away

Although this was taken seven months ago, it feels as if it was just yesterday that my sister, Cortney, began a new stage in her life. She is no longer my bedroom neighbor just a hallway length away. The bathroom that was once shared is now only occupied by me, that bedroom next to mine remains vacant, and I am officially an only child -or so it seems. It’s crazy to believe we are already teenagers. As children, we got along much better than average siblings. We never fought, always shared clothes, and even shared friends despite the age difference. As time went on, we grew closer; making it even harder for us to be separated from each other long term. Next thing we knew, it was August 24, 2015, the time had come that Cortney was graduated and moved on to bigger and better things. My family took two cars over two hours away to say our goodbyes. Despite the fact that we did not want

The aspect that related to me the most this week was the chapter on relocation. My relocation was actually pretty self-centered in that I wanted to be close to my family after having a child. I remember growing up in Kankakee and coming back for a year after undergraduate studies and having big dreams for the city of Kankakee, but none of these dreams were involved with my decision to move back. When Perkins opens up with the chapter of relocation there is a statement that stood out to me in regard to this matter. “Of the three R’s that anchor the guiding philosophy of the Christian community development movement, relocation is clearly the most distinctive and troublesome.” (Perkins, 75) Relocation to the Kankakee area was easy, 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

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,”

The room is peaceful now, it is just Aaron and I sitting here with our son. Holding him and just looking at him while he sleeps. A nurse comes in and I ask her when we can go home and she says, "it looks like you can tomorrow."

On this rock there are a whole bunch of stars and hearts. They are all over the place, almost like sprinkles. There is a path that goes one house to another one that is far away from it. It makes my rock feel like home. It kind of smells like the way it smells at the end of summer. When everyone is starting to get ready for school to start, and it starts to cool down. It makes you remember to make time for the little things, because one day, you might look back and realize they were really the big things in your life. The stars represent all of the memories I have from Utah. All of the stars are spread out and have hearts in between them. Just like how most good moments in your life, are not all at the same time, they

I see a bright light my eyes feel stuck together like they don't want to open,soon enough I see clearly and start to see something grey with pointy ears. I turn to the other side of the bed and see my mom standing there waiting for me to get out of bed. I start to sit up as my mom starts to talk.

Roxanne watched him levelly, and nodded slightly as he withdrew a key. "Jim or James, it is. Maybe Jimmy, Jimbo, or anything else I can think of where warranted." She couldn't help but smirk. She wondered if any combination of nicknames would irritate him. Was it petty for her to want to find something to do so if the opportunity presented itself? She might be a tad-bit spiteful for some time for being roped into all of this. Ultimately, though, she just needed to keep reminding herself of the benefits of this. She would get off scot-free and her car would be back in her possession. Very briefly, she wondered if she should move when - or perhaps if - this little debacle was over. It was something she would ponder later, for he was moving towards

I didn't know one person, one person’s choice could break another person so much. But I couldn't live the rest of my life like this. Not like it's been the last couple of weeks. I couldn't stand take out no more. I couldn't stand the silence in the table. I couldn't stand that the empty space in the table is what killed their appetite. I couldn't stand the tears they probably were drowning in their pillow to drag their self to sleep. I couldn't stand hearing them 3 or 4 times waking up in the middle night to go for air. I couldn't stand that they were probably feeling the same hole of emptiness I was. I could stand that the hole was slowly killing us all. I couldn't stand that Elena (mother) choice to walk away from our family was slowly killing

I had just gotten home from band practice, my body sweating, my legs sore. I saw my parents sitting in the illuminated kitchen; everything was silent. All I could hear was the faulty faucet, dripping every second. They stared at me and tried to speak, but they could not seem to get the words out. I felt hot, yet cold, as chills ran down my back. The response I received after asking what was going on determined my upcoming fate. I still recollect the day I found out, August 10, 2015, the day I realized everything was going to change.

I just found out that my parents are making us move from Florida to Alaska. I feel so miserable. Saying goodbye to my wonderful friends will be hard and sad. I can not believe that we have to move all the way to the North, where it is cold and boring. I am scared that I will not meet any friends. I loved being in Florida, where I can play anytime I wanted to from sunrise to sunset. There will probably be no sunny beaches in Alaska. I’ll probably be stuck in a house while it is freezing and snowing outside in Alaska. I wish I did not have to move.

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.

It all started in 2012, I was only a mere 12 year old. I found out I would be moving to Charlotte, North Carolina, my moms job was transferring and I would be moving in just a few short months. I was terrified, I realized I would be starting a new school where I knew absolutely no one, having to start all over again, but most importantly I would be leaving my best friends, family and everything I had ever known. It’s a scary thought especially since I had never even moved houses before. I spent the next few months stressing out and slowly saying my painful goodbyes. My last day of school was the hardest of all, I slowly went around to all the people I grew up with saying goodbye, knowing i’d never see the majority of them again. I moved only a few days after that. I spent the majority of that summer in my new house with no friends, crying and freaking out about starting at my new school. It wasn’t until a few weeks before school started that I made my first friends on my new soccer team.

She’s only 7 years old, unaware but frightened. It’s a challenging time for being a Syrian. Fleeing her home because of the war.