Personal Narrative Essay About Moving

and I heard people talking so I woke up and I ask my mom what

“Alisha wake up, we are here,” I whispered. When she didn’t wake up, I continued to pester her. “Come on, get up!” When I started to annoy her, she pushed me and told me to go away. As we all cleared out of the minivan, I was greeted by Judy, grandpa’s Scottish terrier. As I was petting her black fur, she was barking and jumping on my legs. When she ran over to Callie to receive a belly rub, I said hi to grandpa and gave him a hug. After getting settled in, my sisters and I decided to go to sleep because it was late and we’d have to help unpack the rest of our belongings in the

“We’re moving?” I cried in horror and disbelief. This was the moment that any middle school kid would never want to be in. All my life I had lived in this town, and frankly, I never wanted to leave. I slouched back on the couch, silently panicking and trying to think of a way out. The look on my face must have clearly shown my emotions because my mom was saying every positive thing about moving that she could think of. “This is a new opportunity for you to find new friends, maybe start a new sport or other hobbies,” she said holding my shoulders, “It’ll be fun!” Out of all the words scrambling through my mind at that moment, “fun” was definitely not one of them.

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.

Roxanne watched him levelly, and nodded slightly as he withdrew a key. "Jim or James, it is. Maybe Jimmy, Jimbo, or anything else I can think of where warranted." She couldn't help but smirk. She wondered if any combination of nicknames would irritate him. Was it petty for her to want to find something to do so if the opportunity presented itself? She might be a tad-bit spiteful for some time for being roped into all of this. Ultimately, though, she just needed to keep reminding herself of the benefits of this. She would get off scot-free and her car would be back in her possession. Very briefly, she wondered if she should move when - or perhaps if - this little debacle was over. It was something she would ponder later, for he was moving towards

As much as we would like to, we can’t plan for everything. Long before we’re even aware of them, these things happen and it’s only within our control to make the best of it. One way I’ve made the most out of a decision I couldn’t control was when my parents moved us from Naperville, Illinois, a place I grew up and lived in for 15 years of my life, to Bakersfield, California. The thought of change scared me because Naperville was the only place I had ever known.

When I was little my mother and I never had any troubles. As I grew up that’s when we started to argue. Then about 8 years ago, my new stepdad came into my life. From then on it made everything worse than it was. So then me and my real dad was talking about not having to go back to my mother’s. But then she brought the cops into it where I had to go back until I was 18. And now that I went to court against her. Then she started to understand that i’m not putting up with the yelling and fighting all the time. She knows if it starts up again, I will not hesitate to leave I will not put up with it. I can’t handle it anymore, she has to stop one way or another no one wants to hear it anymore, she needs to grow up and act her own age. She made

It was the beginning of December and the cool breeze from autumn was drifting away. The sun was shining brightly and you could feel the warmth on your skin. The colorful leaves were falling all around, as Cara was walking home with Trevor from a long day at school. Trevor dropped her off at her house and then wen across the street to where he lived. When she got to the house her mom was doing laundry.

Everyday Sara woke up and went to school. She used to never really enjoy school, but ever since Jade moved to Hanover she has loved it. Jade is just a good person to be around and Sara sees that as motivation. Before Jade moved to Hanover, Sara was bullied, she had to put up with people at school and home. She had plenty of issues and people at school made it worse, but then, Jade moved to Sara’s school.

“So you’re gonna have to stay here okay?” My eyes flitter to the man talking and I feel a twinge of fear because I don’t know him at all.

She listened to his answers avidly. She couldn’t remember where she had heard about this exercise, but it was perfect for a new couple to learn about one another. She was relieved to know there was no ex’s in his life. She had an inkling he just left a string of one night stands in his path. She could only hope he didn’t have any other children out there. Most women would have aborted their one night stand’s child, but she was one of the few who had conflicting feelings toward that. His movie choice she had never heard of. “I’ll have to add that to my list of movies to watch.” She commented lightly while he rattled off his answers.

How can you say that you’ve really moved on? Is it okay for you that he/she is with someone, building their memories together? Smiling to each other with a luster in their eyes and holding each others’ hand. Are you still stalking him/her in any social media sites? Missing his/her smell, messages, couple things that you’ve been using together, midnight thoughts that you’ve been shared, dreams that you two are planning in the future. Waking up in the morning assuming that he/she messaged you. Or worse, hurting yourself again, begging him/her to come back without the assurance that he/she still feel the feelings that you still feel for him/her.

When I was six my family made the long trip from St. Louis, Missouri to Forest, Virginia. My Dad’s company that had given my family so much stability after his retirement from the navy was closing. Leaving the place that held all of my earliest memories was hard. I was no longer going to have my childhood friend Jake to watch old Godzilla movies and drink strawberry milk with. My Dad had already made the ten-hour drive a month earlier to start on his new job and to make sure our new house was on time in its construction. So it was up to my mother to pack up our entire house and to make sure that my older sister and I were doing ok with the changes that were happening around us. I still do not fully understand how she did it but my Mom managed

Moving can be terrifying, but it can also be exciting. People move for various reasons. Some reasons are to start a new job, to get away from a past life, or even to get into a relationship. Adolescents don’t admire moving because then they have to switch schools and make new friends. Some kids enjoy moving because they get a new house and make new friends. Moving wasn’t at all what I expected it to be, but I think it was one of the best decisions I’ve made.

Growing up knowing my parents were divorced didn’t really bother me. I saw my dad and spent the night with him all the time, but then something terrible happened. He met this woman and they got married, and that was the day I lost my dad, someone I thought would be there for me always. When I first met them, everything seemed fine, I was still a little skeptical about the whole thing, but overall they seemed like nice people. Well, that lasted for about a year when my stepmom started treating me like I was less important than her other kids and so I stopped coming around and me and my dad rarely talked. This broke my heart, and for some reason my dad didn’t even seem to care we didn’t have a relationship anymore. At on point I even asked “Do you even love me anymore?” Looking off in the distance, “Of course I do Megan, why do you ask?” he said. I’m becoming impatient every second he’s acting like everything's okay. “Because you seem so stuck up your wife’s butt that I don’t even matter anymore.” he just looks at me like I stomped on his big toe. “ Megan, she’s my wife.” in my head I was thinking