Personal Narrative About Moving

Just recently, I found out I was moving to another state. Knowing I have to leave everything behind was awful. I was halfway through eighth grade, starting the second semester, and I was doing great. My grades were all A’s and I was happy there with all my friends, Amber, Marianna, and Makayla. Our house was decent, my sister and I both had our own rooms anything I would ever wish for. My dad had been promoted to another job, where he was going to get paid more than what he was currently earning. It was an amazing opportunity for my family. I was glad for my dad, but I still felt bad for myself.

One of biggest unknowns I have faced in life would most likely be the time I moved to a different state for the first time. I was from a particularly hot state and that state was Georgia, to a colder state up north which was Indiana. Even though I live in Georgia know I am originally from Indiana and I moved from there when I was 2 months years old. I remember this summer because there was a heat wave that summer and my mom, my brother, and I were staying with my grandma who didn't have A/C.

When humans reflect on their lives they often categorize things by their location at the time of the event, grouping their college experience separately from their hometown high school experiences. This association with place causes us to view an unwanted movement as an attack on our personal way of living. I first experienced such an affront when I was in the first grade, my family and I moved to a small town about three hours away from San Angelo. My father wanted to be closer to his aunt and uncle so he seemingly forced me and to tag along for the experience. I didn’t want to move away from my grandparents or my friends, the thought alone would cause me to cry. I had to leave behind all my friends, my family I

Nobody really likes to move. At least, I know I don’t. We were living with my grandparents in Tashkent when I was in second grade. We moved into our house in Manhattan when I was about 9 years old. Life was going great. I had lots of good friends that I had been around for a lot. I really liked where we were living and I did not want to leave what I had always known.

The school year approached its end. Another summer to spend alone by myself. The cycle had been repeating since I was in grade school. Sadness choked me as I returned home and shut my door. Every year, the resolution was the same: I would try to make friends next year; however, every year, I felt myself falling back down into the same trap. By the time high school began, I no longer felt the numb sensation of sadness or the flow of tears as the final day of May became the last day I talked with my “friends.” I no longer expected to make any friends, or, more accurately, I no longer expected to be able to make any friends. The sheer possibility of befriending an individual appeared to me as foreign as speaking in latin. When I walked into school, what should have been a site of chatter, opportunity, and growth appeared to me as a form of imprisonment and torture; however, unbeknownst to me, I did have friends; something of which I did not recognize until years passed by. I grown attached to certain conversations; there were times where I felt the need to initiate a conversation rather than waiting for someone else to make one. It was not until one of my friends told me,”We’re your friends aren’t we?” when I realized I was not longer

“She is so stupid!” a girl whispered to her friend. They both giggled after they talked bad about me. Even though I can’t speak any English, I could still understand what they said. Those words will be in my mind for the rest of my life.

Everyone’s life has changed when they had to go into hiding, when their time came. They were scared and didn’t know what to do, they no longer had a life to live anymore. Anne was motivated to strive for change when she and her family were separated by her family. Not being able to see everyone she loved and not being with them anymore. She wanted to be different from everyone and go out and do things on her own, by writing.

Were moving again. I live with my mom she constantly has a new boyfriend or husband. At least this summer will give me a chance to get to know people before school starts, I think as I move boxes into the new house. As i'm unpacking, I notice this boy walking across the lawn next door he's good looking so obviously i'm going to pay attention. I notice him notice me so I blush a little and decide to unpack more boxes. I hear someone talking to my mom, I walk downstairs to see who it is and it's him. I look like a mess, but it's too late to run so I introduce myself. He looks at me in a way I can't explain as i'm daydreaming about spending my summer with him.” Want to hang out on Saturday”? he asks I reply with a “yes” and he says “good I

It was April 19th, 1957. I got onto my bus, the number 48 bus, as usual after a hard day at the Chrysler factory in Detroit, Michigan. I sat in the whites section, in my usual seat by the window so I could see the town moving at high speed as I drove through the bowels of the city. I’ve been working for Chrysler for 42 years, ever since I was 17 years old. I’ve watched this town grow ever since my first day on the job, when I got on this same bus. I’d gone from a simple, small-minded floor worker to being the entire plant manager in my years, and the town had grown with the factory. Detroit went from a no-name town to a booming, growing town with great economic promise. The bus made a few stops, gobbling up and spitting out people with every

Moving can be a pain in the neck! Everyone can relate to this. The pain has spread to my entire body as i was moving halfway across the world alone!! My two roommates, Luna and Lotus weren't coming along because they wanted to enjoy living in Italy a little while longer. I already got sick and tired of Italy. I was pretty excited when we first moved to Italy. However, the spark died fast because i already knew the place like the back of my hand. Lotus wanted to stay because she wanted to buy for own trip. Luna had enough money for own trip, but she always took forever to pack her stuff up.

The story of my thirteen-year-old-self offered readers a glimpse of the lowest point of my life; However, it was not the only time I felt discouragement. In Fall 2014, my mother ended up losing her job due to disability. We had to move into a dangerous neighborhood. All our lives, my mother worked hard to prevent us from residing in neighborhoods that could potentially harm us. I can recall the face she wore when she realized moving to a lower-class area was the only solution to our problems. She did not say it, but I can tell that she felt like she failed us. I patted her back the entire ride to our new home for reassurance. When we reached our destination, my stomach tied up in knots. There were dozens of people around the neighborhood

One day I moved to Indiana to live with my Dad, Step-Mom, and my little brother Evan. I want to have a deeper relationship with them. I am the second oldest child out of five kids. My Mom and Dad separated when I was young. My Dad got with my Step-Mom when I was 4 years old. They got married when I was 7 years old. I have three brothers and one sister. Their names are Jason, Zechariah, Evan and Bryttina. On July 5, 2015 I packed all my belongings into boxes and put them in my Step-Dad’s truck and left to go to Fishers Indiana. Where my Step-Dad, Mom, and big brother Jason met my Step-Mom, her friend Dana, and little brother Evan. I was excited to see them. I put my stuff in Dana’s van. Then we headed to Evansville Indiana.

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9 houses. 3 states. 6 cities. Over the last 17 years of my life, my family's values and beliefs as American Muslims led us to move several times. This experience shaped my character, created my sense of home, and strengthened my identity. I was born in Atlanta, Georgia, and after a year my dad got a job in Reston, Virginia. In Virginia we moved three times, after which my older sister started attending a religious private school in College Park, Maryland. I switched to this school as well, and for a year family commuted from Fairfax to College Park everyday. With my youngest sister being only an infant, and the traffic on 495 being unforgiving, the drive was difficult and exhausting for my parents. However, we continued to attend the school because of the importance my parents placed on raising us in a religious environment where we could be proud of our traditions. This allowed me to gain pride in my religious identity. The cause of moving also impacted me.

I have waited all of my life to see you after i had moved, but you were not who I thought you would be like. You were nice, caring, and awesome to talk to in the years past, but when I moved all of that has changed. We started talking less and less, until the day I told you that my dad and I were coming down to visit you guys. I tried to talk to you when I was there but you just kept on blowing me off for other people that you knew never liked me and you were never friends with them until I moved. I knew that you always wanted to be one of the cool kids and be popular cause thats how you are. What i didn't know was that you would completely forget we were friends and pretended like I never existed, Why would you do that, we used to be friends,