Moving is hard for everyone, because you're leaving your friends and maybe some family. There are some good opportunities to make new friends and meet new people. You could also start over and maybe remove all the weight off your back if it's like drama, or maybe wondering if someone is going to like you. There is also an upside of seeing new things you maybe
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.
Coming from a different county was difficult for me because it was hard to fit in with others. And also because there was a language barrier between other people and that was detriment for me from communicating with other people. When my dad transferred here in Hawaii to work, he was by himself with his siblings. He started petitioning us so that he could bring us in the US. It took years for the process to be over because there were complications with visa, passport information and birth certificates.
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.
When I was about 11 years old I moved to Canton Michigan from Las Vegas Nevada. It was a dramatic change in my life. Not only is it quite a distance from Nevada. But there was also a different outcome that were made from the people to the weather and not being able to see my dad anymore.
The weekends seemed very long and boring because I missed talking and playing with her. She was my only friend with time we became best friends. I started to realize that I was wrong and had the wrong perspective about African Americans, Kyla wasn’t the person I thought she was. As time goes by little by little my trust started to build toward her. Knowing I had my best friend by my side I didn't look forward going home. As the school year was almost over I became closer and considered her my only best friend. Middle school year came we begged our parents to be in the same middle school and so we got what we wanted. Everytime our new classmates in middle school ask if we were friends we would say "no were sister's". I was very grateful that the next two year I would have her in my life. One day I went home very happy but that came to a short ending. We sat down for dinner and my mom told me that we were moving back to our home town Galt, CA I asked “Mom, what do you mean?”. “We are moving!” she replied. “Why are you doing this mom, can’t we just stay here until I graduate? I don’t want to make new friends, we have been living here in Sacramento, CA for four years now, I don’t want to leave mama”. “You will make new friends, don’t worry! “She said. I left too my room and started crying, thinking to myself “I don’t want to make new friends nor do I want to leave my best friend Kyla, all the memories we made
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 is common to do among people, but moving to a different state is nerve wracking. I was sad to know I was leaving my home behind for good. But I was even more excited to see what my future held in Colorado. There was nothing to do in Arizona and no one to hang out with. Moving state is a very important turning point in my life.
My upsetting times they were bad and it was usually something that involved moving but not always like the time I had to move from Virginia to South Dakota I didn’t know what I would do there I didn’t know whether if I would have fun and I didn’t know a lot of people. I also didn’t know what there was to do so I usually just stay away from moving if possible. I especially hated changing schools because I did not know their rules so you are trying to adjust to the rules and you usually break one then you continue to learn about the rules.
Moving around from town to town happened quite often when I was younger. I always mirage living in one house my whole life and never having to know the feeling of leaving good friends behind. The move from Michigan to Illinois was definitely the most arduous. Elise, one of my best friends, had been with me from the first day I walked into Rummer Elementary to when we were crying on my porch the day before I left Michigan three years later. I expected this to be the last time we saw each other. I had done this enough that I realized she would move on or the six hour drive would keep us separated till we eventually gave up. My mother promised me it would be different this time, I thought she was only trying to keep me from becoming an misanthropist,
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
She put her lunch tray on the table, plopped her backpack on the floor, and sat down across from me. She started to eat the mac and cheese on her plate (51).” When Auggie was hurt he clung to the only people he knew were true friends to him. He is lucky to have Summer, having a Summer in high school would have meant everything to me, as it does to Auggie. Summer saw Auggie for who he truly was, she did not see just his difference she saw him. She saw how smart he was, how nice he was to her. She saw his humor and his pain, she just wanted to be the best person she could be for him and that was a friend. A friend is something you should never take for granted. Someone to lean on, to confess to, and to be silly with. I never had friends like that. My friends talked behind my back to my sister about me, telling her how annoying I was or they couldn’t understand why I thought the way I did. They told my sister not to let me go to a certain college so they didn’t have to “take care” of me for four more years. I didn’t have friends in high school, I had acquaintances, because I was different. The people in my life never even said bye to me when I left for college that is when I started to truly see how I was treated. It took me until I went away to college to find someone like Summer. To find someone who would constantly be there for me whenever I need them and to laugh
And then she turned to me. I felt special that she had saved me for last. I smiled at her, and she did the same to me. We had grown inseparable over the past few years especially, but now it was time to say goodbye. I knew at that point that nothing at all would change, that we would still be sisters, still be best friends, still be inseparable. Who cares if we’re 5 ½ hours away? This was us.
I’ve lived in three different states and attended six schools over the past eight years. Relocating from Texas to Michigan, and later Michigan to Georgia were big adjustments for me. I missed my friends and close relatives. However, I knew I had to make the best of my circumstances. Through these experiences, I began to learn to be more flexible, become more open-minded to different traditions, and be adventurous in different parts of the country-I played volleyball, joined a dance team, and even went skiing! At school, I also focused on excelling in my classes and challenge myself like I did when adjusting to a new town.
The idea of moving to a different state or country can be terrifying for most people. I know for me it was. I was born and raised in New Jersey and had a decent job. Life was going great for me; at least that is what I thought. I had a lot of friends and family that had been around me my whole life. Moving away from all of this was not an option for me, until I got married and had children. By the time my daughter hit five years old, I was rushed to make a decision that would change my life forever. I had to decide whether I wanted her to go to school in New Jersey or Key West. This meant leaving my friends and family behind, and somehow depriving my children from growing up around their family.