Narrative Essay About A Tough Move

Then it slowly upgraded to smartphones and apps were introduced and text messaging made it simpler to reach anyone. Popular apps tend to be related to social media. These apps are good because it allows communication with anyone in the world. Teenagers are the ones who are on social media and do not know when to stop looking or messaging others. There are people who follow celebrities life to see how they are doing which seems like a waste of time. Teens seem to think they have to be online to be connected and informed of drama that is happening. Users on Snapchat and Instagram seem to think they need to share their life with others by posting what they eat and where they are at. During family gatherings someone has to be on the phone and they rather not socialize with their

Randy Cohen wrote When Texting Is Wrong and published it in The New York Times on July 13, 2009. The article talks about how no one ever agreed to the new age of technology that fell upon the world but instead adapted to it. This is in fact what has happened to the world. Technology has taken over, and people of all ages have had to adapt to the new time period that we have fallen in; however, not all are very fond of the era. It is evident in society that younger and older generations have differing views on technology, cell phones especially. While the younger generation is fine with the world being taken over by computers and cell phones, the older generation is a little more apprehensive about it. Although Cohen is not anti-texting or anti-technology, he explains to parents and bosses, or people of influence, that new manners need to be introduced in everyday life (at home and at work ) as an effort to reduce the impact of emerging technology.

“I think I am going to move back to Indianapolis,” I said. “I left because I was trying to get away and make it on my own, but it’s too hard being away from you, and dad, and Henry. You’re my family and I need you in my life. Plus, there are more opportunities for my artwork to be seen in Indianapolis than there is in that little art colony, Nashville.”

"You'll be alright, Beka. This is a great opportunity for you to make new friends" my mom said when she broke the news.. When my mom told me we were moving she said were moving to a small town, but she never really told me how small the town was.

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.

“Where are we going?” She then looked at me and said, “We’re moving to Texas.” Out of all places, Texas? We lived in southern California our whole lives, so moving to Texas was definitely a shock to me. “What about our family and friends?” Her eyes began to water, so I knew talking about it further would only make things worse. Texas. It was stuck in my head and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The more I thought of it, the worse it sounded. The worst part was that it was so sudden, so it didn’t seem real. Because my parents are divorced, I spent the weekends at my dad’s house. He was torn that I was leaving Riverside, which of course meant that weekend visits would turn

I couldn't believe we were actually leaving Florida. My heart sank when I got into the car. "Why do we have to leave?" I asked my mom as I started to cry. My brother had helped us pack, and he walked up to the car and gave me a hug and said goodbye. Saying goodbye back was probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Earlier today a few of my friends dropped by to say goodbye. I love my friends in Florida i didn't want t leave them at all! But, The hardest part of today was leaving all of my family. I don't now what I'm going to do without knowing that they were not going to be a few minutes away anymore. They would be 16 hours away!

“We are moving to Arizona. It’s your decision whether or not you come with us.” As a seven year, old girl, this was one of the hardest things to hear from the woman I was supposed to trust most, my mom. I had to make a decision whether or not to move across the country with my mom and a stranger, or move in with my dad and stay near my family. I immediately responded with “I will be staying in Massachusetts”. Although I knew that this decision would flip my world upside down, I didn’t know how much I would personally change because of it. In that moment, I didn’t know that I wouldn’t be seeing my mom for another year. I didn’t know that our relationship would never be the same again. That one sentence changed the whole course of my life. In that split-second decision, I went from a seven-year-old little girl, blind to the reality of life, into a mature young girl forced to swallow the idea of her mother leaving her behind.

“Me and your father have to leave to the headquarters now but we wanted to tell you to have a great first day at the academy oh and your suitcase is packed and ready to go.” mom said.

“Well, it was. You’ll understand once I will tell you the reason why you are here at the moment, my dear.” he quickly said, as if that was the answer he was waiting for.

“Katherine, come here please!”, I jumped out of bed and came downstairs to see why my parents had called me down.“Pack your stuff Kat. We will be moving in a couple of days”. My first thoughts were how could we leave a place we had called home for the past twelve years. I would be leaving all my childhood friends and relatives and leaving behind all the memories we once cherished.

"Wow, I never knew someone could be so excited to speak to me." I said.

"Not again!" I protested when I heard Mom's news. "Where are we going this time?" We've moved six times in the twelve years since I was born. That's because my Dad's job is to set up offices for his company, and each time he finishes establishing a new one, we move. "California," said Mom. "I'm sorry we have to uproot you again." She opened a map and pointed out the town we'd be moving to, north of San Francisco. She truly sounded sorry, but I could see she was pleased, too, because she's from California. She'd always said Chicago was too noisy for her. For one thing, the elevated railway wasn't far from our apartment. Whenever the trains rumbled past, the chandelier in our living room

I repeated nothing. Mom went into the kitchen to make her specialty, spaghetti and meatball and Dad and I chatted. He said, "I know you don’t want to upset your mother but you can talk to me."

“Mom, did you fall asleep? Nathen and I just got done and we’re about to head back to the house. Are you okay?” I was worried but I hoped that she did not hear it in my voice.