Narrative Essay About Moving Research Paper

I didn’t want to have to leave my friends in Nashville and be forced to make new ones in Atlanta. I didn’t want to get used to another new house or another city. I just wanted to stay in the only place I could call home. As the day of my departure approached, I thought of running away, so I wouldn’t have to move and my dad could keep his job in Atlanta. Thankfully, I never went through with it. When the day finally arrived, I was everything but ready. My mom had picked my brother up from school early to help move boxes out of the house and into our car while the movers haled broken down beds, and other pieces of furniture into their industrial moving trucks. Once everything was packed into trucks, paper work was finished and dogs were loaded in the car, we began the long 4-hour trip to Atlanta as dusk made its way to the sky. The trip itself was a calm one, we managed to avoid any major accidents on the highway, and we were traveling around 8 o’clock so the traffic had died down. As we drove I couldn’t help but think back to the friends I left and what was to come

I was starting my first day at a new school. My palms were sweaty, my heart was thumping, and I had butterflies in my stomach. I took a deep breath and walked towards the grey doors. I thought about what the new school would be like; how the teachers were and how the students were. I missed my friends from my old school. I walked through those big grey doors to a whole new place.

“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

My dad had a job that required him to travel around other places. Somehow the idea jumped into his head that he wanted to move. In the beginning, it was just a crazy idea to me and I thought there was no way that we would ever move. As time went on, this idea became a harsh reality. I didn’t want to think about moving. I just kept telling myself that it was never going to happen. One day my dad came home and told us that we were going to move to New York. I had never heard of New York before and assumed that it was a bad place to live. I didn’t want to give it a chance. Once we had bought our property and our house started to be built, there was no way to deny it; we were going to move.

When I first heard we were moving here, I thought to myself. Why did dad have to take this job? I mean I don’t hate it here. I just hate the fact that I didn’t get to tell most of my friends I was leaving. Although, something good came out of this. I get to see an old friend of mine, at least start something over. This house is nicer than the one before. I still remember the time when mom thought there was a rat in the cabinets, man was she scared.

“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.

Moving schools and neighborhoods was when I first felt like a stranger in the village, but in this case it’s not a village. Attending my new school was so hard to get comfortable with, but I managed. I made friends instantly and made new memories. Unfortunately some problems with my dad didn’t change and he would try to meddle with my mom's life and control her still which wasn’t good for my mom.

Everything seems like it’s falling out of place. “How did this happen?” I asked myself. Our car pulls into the driveway of our new house, and I feel like a stranger in this new town, nine hours away from the only place that felt like home. “We’re here!” my mom exclaims. My family can’t be happier to be here, but I feel like my world is falling apart. I had to say goodbye to Wisconsin, and hello to Michigan.

We had been talking about moving to California for about a month, and the prospect of leaving behind my friends, school, and family terrified me. However, I clung to the hope that maybe we wouldn’t have to go in the end, but that didn’t last long. One rainy spring afternoon my parents sat my brother and I down, and excitedly told us that we would be moving to America. My younger brother leapt up from the seat next to me and joyfully danced around the room, but I was not so ecstatic. After my parents put a positive spin on the situation, I didn’t feel quite as reluctant, but I still wasn’t fully on board. Nevertheless, I had little say in the matter as my father’s work required us to relocate, and so that summer we moved to California.

Once my parents separated, my mother, sister, little brother and I left my grandmother’s house to stay with different relatives until my mother got it together. But our first stop was act my older sister’s house. It was different waken up somewhere different, waken up in a new environment, and new retinues. Once we adapted to one living situation it seemed like it was time to move again. Once I stated to get attached to my nieces and nephews it was hard for me to leave them and start over again but I couldn’t change anything. It seemed like my mother had it all together now. I had started a new school, new setting new house. I was excited again happy to have my own space again. Things were going great until it was time to

It was a nice ordinary warm morning or so I thought. My mother had been thinking of moving for the past year, but she never really got around to it until that day when she told me and my younger sister at breakfast that we were moving to Idaho. I was very shocked and confused. It was only a few weeks ago that we went to visit Idaho to see if we liked the state. There were so many thoughts buzzing through my head such as what am I going to tell my friends and how much longer do I have to say goodbye to everyone before I never see them again. I also thought why Idaho, what was so special about the little potato state. I liked it in California. All my friends were here, this is where I grew up, and all our relatives lived here as well. Even though my family had moved around California many times before this move, Idaho was something new altogether.

On the other hand, meeting all these new faces was not too bad. Everyone appeared to be very friendly, and the teacher, as well as the other students were very welcoming. By the time the bell rung, I was very excited, as my mother prepared food for me to eat when I got home.

In the morning our mom told us we were going to sell the house and possibly move to a little town named Geneseo. I’ve only been there once, to get gas on the way to our grandma and grandpa’s. The news was surprising and made me a little upset. I’d have to leave my friends I’ve grown up with.

As the story goes, it was my first day as a freshman at Poplar Bluff High School. As I stepped off the bus to my new school, I found myself unfamiliar and nervous. My first instinct was to find my friends on such a wide campus, but, class would be starting soon so I wouldn’t have time. “Guess I will just get to my first class early”, I thought to myself while walking in the shivering, cold weather.

i receive news that our family was going to relocate to a new country during the summer of fifth grade. When I received thaw news, I was lost. I didn't understand why we had to relocate. We have a good house located in the biggest city in our country, Sai Gon, a good school that I’m going to and a family that we can spend time together. I didn’t understand why we had to move to a whole new world that was located so far away from our hometown.