Personal Narrative Essay About Moving To Maine

Leaving my home in Hawaii and moving to Oregon was one of the hardest things for me to do. Maybe I would have felt better about it if my parents had asked me for my opinion before picking up our lives and moving to some place I had never even heard of before. I know I shouldn’t have cared that much. After all, I was only a 1st grader and even now my parents don’t consider how I’d feel before making decisions, so why would they then? At the end of 2007, I said goodbye to my best friends for the last time and left for Oregon.

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.

Imagine yourself on a road trip to a place where the weather is different and the places are new to you. In a place where you only know family and no one else. A feeling like no other, that’s what I felt, knowing I was going to live in this new place.

When George came home from work he told me that he had some really good news. Now, I don't know if I would call it good news, but he said that our family needs to move to Oregon. At first I was in such shock because Iowa is such a good place for our family, but a change is always good. The government is giving all males over the age of sixteen 640 acres of free farmland. That is more land then we have right now, and the land won’t be as crowded as the land here in Iowa.

We went out of school property and are bus broke down so a new bus had to come and get us. When we got on the new bus we got to are seats and we made it to my bus stop and I went home and my parents were home and they told me to come and sit down and they told me we were moving states they said we were moving from california to colorado.So two weeks later we got everything into the moving semi and we drove to colorado so we drove for seven hours then we arrived to colorado. We didn't have our house yet we had to wait like 2 hours so we went to eat and our house was ready so we went to go look at are new house and it was two stories.They opened the door and it was mostly carpet but the kitchen was hardwood floor so I went to see my room it was nice but are truck was late.The truck was one day late so we had to sleep with no furniture so when we got our truck it took along time to unload it but our first night we found some left stuff and our dogs liked the house.

Through a short path in the woods on a cool evening, I’m riding in a red wagon being pulled by my father. My two sisters little legs are racing down the path to the beach carrying roasting sticks and s’mores supplies. My mom’s concerned voice is yelling out, “Be careful!” as we make our way to the beach, the breeze inviting the smell of salt water to surround me.

When we first moved to the united states, my dad has passed away and we lived a poor neighborhood in Irving. I use to have a lot of black and Hispanic friends. My mom used to be at work all the time so I and my friends use to be outside a lot. I remember this was the time during when Katrina had hit southern Louisiana and a lot of people from Louisiana had moved to Texas. Most of the people that had moved here from a low-income household, their houses in Louisiana were destroyed and did not have money to live in a hotel or motel so they moved with their family here. Crime was very high during that time in Irving for that very same reason. I remember the police use to stop us, kids, when we were just walking and search us and ask us question

When I was one, I couldn't do half the amount of activities and operations I could do today. This is how I've grown to eleven and predictions on what it will be like in ten years.

I stepped out of the dark secluded room and into the bright sunlight. My eyes stung from the burning sunlight. I hadn’t seen the sunlight in ages. I had to go into hiding for months. The Nazi’s were searching everywhere for us. I wouldn’t let myself be captured. I had to trek on and flee from Germany. My family had made it to America and I owed it to them to make it there too.

My life was just normal being in New Hampshire. But then I had to move to Florida, when I was 3. The reason why is because of my mothers' job. She found a school that was better than the one she was at then. That was an interesting change for me. I was just 3 years old and I loved the cold and snow. Our time in Florida did not last long. The difference in weather really did not affect my life as much then others because I like colder weather a beater then hot weather. Me and my parents moved back up to New England again, but to Connecticut this time because of my mom for her work again. Apparently, it's hard for schools to find a good head admissions person. So, in Connecticut where I met 2 guys that became my best friends. We taught things

My mom wanted to move to Indiana and my dad wanted a cat. My mom didn't want to take Shadow on the long drive, so we ended up giving Shadow to my dad. My mom and I moved to Indiana. When we got here I still really wanted a cat and really missed shadow. My mom got me a surprise that we still have today! She got me a new cat named Sylvester! He is a short haired tuxedo cat. I remember getting him and being so happy I had another cat.

Sixteen months ago, I embarked on the most incredible and terrifying journey of my life. Moving back to the country of my birth after twelve years of living in the United States. With just the clothes on my back and a few in a box, I came here with nothing, hoping to discover a new life complete with new and exciting experiences. This voyage has surpassed all of my expectations and the places I’ve seen, the people I’ve met, and the adventures I’ve had along the way have shaped the person I’m becoming. But my life is missing a few key ingredients including: A fulfilling occupation that I enjoy and can be proud of. So it’s with mixed emotions and a little trepidation, that I leave the IT field and return to America to start the next chapter of my life. Here’s how I got here, Why I’m leaving, and Where I’m going next…

I was on a vacation in Santorini,Greece when my dad told us that we had to move to Alaska in 5 months. Now when he told us I'm not gonna lie I did think "why would I wanna leave Europe to go live in that far state that shouldn't even be a state Alaska". So when we got back to Ansbach, Germany I told the friends I talked to that we have to move Alaska and they all laughed and thought I was just joking around with them. So I waited until they took me serious then we discussed about the move we all thought the same thing about Alaska and I knew for sure I wasn't gonna go. I tried everything in my power to stay in Germany my friends and I had five months to gather up a plan on how I could stay there and not have to leave

I was in 3rd grade, I didn’t have any friends.. I didn’t know a lot of people... Until I met my friend Leena. We talked a lot, She was mostly interested in My Little Pony, Which I didn’t enjoy. I liked Cartoons, but we still got along. I then started making fun of her for liking the show, I made up some stupid song about how boring the show was. Then she one day started getting back at me for it, and always called me stupid. A few weeks later I apologized and so did she, and we became friends again. She then one day got us friendship necklaces, it was a horse and inside were different colors and it would change depending on the temperature in the room. We were Neighbors, She one day came over to my house, and asked if I would like to come over to her’s. I agreed and went with her. She gave me a tour of her house and her room, we talked a lot. We both then decided to go outside and go on a walk, but then my mom came and picked me up, That was the only time we ever hung out, outside of school. In 5th grade we never stayed in touch, In 6th grade I moved, and in school, we never talked, we lost touch. It wasn’t until 7th grade when we actually saw each other again, In athletics, we ended up getting lockers right next to each other. During that time she showed me a new show that she liked, I watched it, and it ended up being really good. We kept talking and became friends again, ever since then we have become really close.

As a child, I was a kid everyone wished to be friends with. The three of us were sitting outside our class eating our lunch one day, when a fellow classmate, Veha, approached us. It was sudden and we asked her to join us for lunch. She sweetly accepted it and sat down with us. The three of us did not usually have people sit with us for lunch but that day was different. We all spoke about school. Going from one topic to another. We had a lot to talk since we had never conversed with that girl before that day beyond a simple hello-bye or a smile. This repeated for a couple of days. Eventually she became someone we would usually be with and talk secrets with.