Narrative About Moving

By the time we actually moved, these expectations had become the newest part of my personality. Force a smile and do not tell anyone how much you actually hate Arizona and everything about it; the dry heat jokes, the snowless winters, the lack of extended family, everything. The worst part of the whole situation was that I was trying to stay involved with my friends back home while they were moving forward with their lives. I was stuck in the past and miserable because of it. I slowly but surely learned that I was happier when I was making friends in Arizona while periodically checking in with my old friends than I was when I was trying to ignore everyone in my new home state. I would consider that the turning point from my childhood to my adulthood. I went from acting immature, childish, oblivious, and obnoxious to being mature, happy, and responsible. Without this move, I am not sure when or how I would have ever made this necessary transition to adulthood. Although my freshman year was hard because of the move, looking back on it now, I am extremely grateful for this experience, which gave me the shove I needed to finally grow

Moving. Amanda didn’t like this idea. Her mom got a job out of town to earn even more money

When I was 11 years old I had moved from San Diego, California to Mount Juliet, Tennessee. It was a difficult challenge to face. I had to leave my friends I have been with since 5 years old to a place I have only visited once before in my life. Also the Environment was completely different. I have made a major change moving here.

So far in my life I have moved eight times and been to twelve different schools. I’m not talking about just moving houses. I’m talking about eight times, packing all of my things and moving to a whole different state. In all this I have learned the most important quality that anyone needs to get through all of the hardships and changes in moving. That quality is courage.

Moving has been a part of my life, but really it's just work, I like to think of it as a test, that I passed. After moving those five times I understood that, in life it's most important to work hard, every kid hears that but I experienced it, and I'm thankful for it. Without that I would've still made it through those three years, three high schools, and five houses, but it was a matter of making the best of it; or making it

The most difficult time i have faced was when I moved from Texas. I was born in San Antonio, Texas and I lived there for about 6 years. San Antonio was so much fun just because y enitre famly lived withing 10 minutes of each other. Then, we had to move to Midland, Texas, that move was not very hard just because i was so young so i was not ery attatched to things and people around me, besides my family. We lived in Midland for about 4 years after that and it was my favorite town. The people the energy of the people there was so awesome I loved it. Then one day we got the call that had to move again. We were already pretty far from our family and so to learn that we had to move even farther was devistating. So thats when we had to leave the state

Moving happens frequently, about fourteen percent of Americans move each year. It doesn’t seem like a lot, but it is about 46,778,674 American citizens, that’s each year alone. If it hasn’t happened consider yourself lucky. If you’ve never personally moved, chances are probably know someone who has. The struggles that come along with moving can start off calm and fine but the reality of what is being left behind sets in and just realizing that everything has changed. I’ve moved three times, each time to completely new locations, new places I’ve never seen, and new faces I hadn’t met. The first time I moved it was life-changing. I was moving from the suburbs of Coppell, Texas to Albany, Georgia.

Moving from a house to another is pretty difficult for most people, for me, it was more of moving from a continent to another.Four years ago, I moved from  Iraq to the U.S.A. for a better life, a life that is full of opportunities.I had to make sacrifices in all kinds of ways.January 17th, I said my goodbyes and left behind my friends and most of my family members.The goodbyes were very sad and difficult, but moving to a place to start my life from the scratch was possibly the biggest intimidating change.

It was tough at first as everything was unfamiliar to me, but by my sophomore year, my sisters and I got used to the new life and started to love going to school. However, my parents were having a difficult time finding jobs. When my mom came home from the first day of work, she skipped dinner and cried the whole time. I finally understood how hard it was for her to give up her life in Vietnam and start over again. I learned to cook and to do chores around the house to help my parents. Instead of staying after school, I came home earlier, helped my sisters with homework, and cooked dinner for them when my parents came home late. I started doing a lot of things that I had never imagined I would ever do as a teenager. I saw myself changing slowly, becoming more of an adult, and it made me feel good. Seeing my parents’ struggling with their lives, I reminded myself that I had to try my best in school. I created a calendar for myself, so that I would never forget any homework assignments. I also found that keeping a studying schedule at home was very helpful for me to arrange my time logically. As a matter of fact, the schedule helped improve my grades in all the classes that I took. Day by day, I sensed the gradual development of responsibility in myself. I got admitted into UC Davis, my first step on my journey to become a

Defying the Nuclear Family: Shortly after my seventh birthday, my parents began having fights much more often than they previously had in the past. Less than half a year later on January 15, 2005 their divorce became finalized and my father moved out of the house. For the first few months while he searched for a home to buy, my nine year old sister and I lived solely with our mother. Soon after, we began going back and forth between our parents’ houses, living at one house for a week and then switching over to the other the next. The two houses could not have been any more polar in how they were run, at my mother’s house there were strict rules and expectations to be followed.

Around two or three years ago my family and I had to move houses. Moving was sudden and we didn't know it was going to happen. This made moving out and into the other house a lot harder. Since we were moving so fast somethings we just decided to leave behind with the person that was still living there. We got most things with us but one thing that we did leave back in the old place was our living room tv. Since we had just moved and my family isn't rich my mom said we couldn't go get a new one for some time. This sucked because I used the tv a lot for watching show, movies, and playing games just like the rest of my family did. Having a tv wasn't something we needed at all but it was always something to do when you were bored and there was no other things to do. Another big thing was my grandma had just gotten us a new playstation 3 and now we weren't able to used it at all because there was no television. Not having a tv was bummer for me and I thought it was a huge problem when it really wasn’t.

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

A few days ago, my older brother and I were sorting through old family photos and found a picture of us from when we were about five and six years old. We were smiling. Just two kids full of life and no idea of what was to come.

When my dad and stepmom began talking about moving, I didn’t think much of it. They had moved a lot, so I admit I wasn’t really worried about it. Where they were living then, was my favorite out of all the places they had lived because it was right down the road from my mom’s house. It was easy for my sister, Kelcey, and I to go visit our dad, stepmom, and little sister, Kyra. We could literally just walk, before I had a car, over there almost whenever we wanted. But, that changed when they started talking about moving again.

The smell look of his rotting face made brand my stomach churn and it was all I could do not to vomit vomitive then and there. His nails were dark and bloody, but I wasn't sure if it was his blood dripping from them. Finally I saw his gross discoloured discolouloss skin close enough to see that it was falling apart. It was falling away from his muscle, his bones. brawniness , his finger cymbals . I saw everything that I never wanted to see. In that instant, somehow, my body found breakthrough itself, discovered how to move again. I ran ravel as fast as I could.