Personal Narrative Essay : Living In The Empty House

My home town, where I grew up at, and where I am at now. These three characters link to the three different houses.

One morning, i was in 6th grade, my sister and I wake up, and we are home alone. We heard large noises on the porch. We went to go peek through the curtain, and there was a man lying on our porch. I called the neighbors, and we both hopped the fence and they let us in. The cops had then been called, while the stranger was still on our porch. The cops arrive and get the stranger and his information. The following day, we found out the man was on probation. The significance of this day, was the neighbors, that we are good friends with, helped us out in the moment of panic, and my sister and I not knowing what to do. Transformation that created fear of this day, was when we were home alone getting ready for school around 10:30, and then having a stranger at my doorstep. Also, not knowing what to do at that one moment of panic at time.

Moving away from the place that one calls home is a hard situation, especially for a child at a young age. I lived in Brookhaven, Mississippi, and I was in the eighth grade. I had been in Brookhaven School District majority of my childhood. I had plenty of friends, and I was involved in school clubs. It was two weeks before the beginning of my freshman year when I got the news. My mom called me in her room and explained why I had to transfer schools. My sister has Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis, and she felt that it was best that we try a smaller school. I called up my friends to tell them the news, and we decided that these last few nights were going to be the best. We went out to bowl, had sleep overs, and had a special trip to the waterpark. I felt so happy to get that time with them, but moving day came and ruined all of the fun. That morning we packed up the house, said our goodbyes to our neighbors, and drove away. Though as I rode in the car towards a new beginning, I felt like I left behind the whole world behind me.

Someone broke into my car and about $400 worth of cash and items were stolen.

The house was long, white, and had blue shudders. I could always pick out which set of windows out front peeked into my bedroom because of the messy off-white paint stuck to it after years of never being touched up. Inside, so much more was going on than the typical all-American home lead outsiders to believe. Confusion, growth, fear, and lots of aluminum cans.

Ultimately, after examining the child's location with an ultrasound, the physician informed Dax, "I have to take her for the C-section." I yowled for 10 mins. I was so dissatisfied. I attempted actually difficult! Yet she appeared magnificently. They placed her on my breast, and also I was so delighted that everyone was safe.

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

I left my radio in the back room in was most likely with the volunteer who was covering for me. He yelled at me to "get up" and told me lets talk in Joshs' office (which was a few steps away). Daniel storms in Joshs' office, turns on the light and sits down in the office chair in front of the desk with his arms crossed and a sticky note in his hand. I follow him and prop the door open with the door stop is I say "lets keep the door open it's hot in here." The real reason I did this was because I was extremely uncomfortable. He then yells, "Do you want to tell me where you have been?". I was standing in the door way, not completely in the room when I told him that I met with HR. He asked very angrily who I got permission to leave from and then stated that I left my post without permission.

I HAD BEEN ASLEEP QUITE SOUNDLY FOR A COUPLE HOURS, WHEN I WAS AWOKEN BY AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR SOUND. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERY TIME MY BRAIN REGISTERED CERTAIN NOISES - EVEN WHEN I WAS DEEP IN SLEEP, IT SENT OFF A PANIC TRIGGER THAT FLOODED THROUGH MY MIND. THIS WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE TIMES.

The agency I chose to interview was MyHouse at 300 North Willow in Wasilla, Alaska. Their mission is to provide safe shelter for homeless youth with a goal of connecting kids to a network of caring individuals and agencies able to assist them in becoming self-sufficient. They have a board of directors that meet regularly to discuss issues and where to go next with the agency.

When my dad and stepmom began talking about moving, I didn’t think much of it. They had moved a lot, so I admit I wasn’t really worried about it. Where they were living then, was my favorite out of all the places they had lived because it was right down the road from my mom’s house. It was easy for my sister, Kelcey, and I to go visit our dad, stepmom, and little sister, Kyra. We could literally just walk, before I had a car, over there almost whenever we wanted. But, that changed when they started talking about moving again.

All I had ever wanted to be when I grew up was a mom. My husband and I tried for years to have children but alas it wasn't in God's plan for us. So we needed a new plan. We looked into foster care.

Unemployment, family illnesses, poverty, and low wages. All of these things can lead to homelessness, and there is no way to tell if or when the day will come when the transition happens. Many people think that it couldn't happen to them, they have a job and are well set. However, this belief isn't always true. It can take one event to knock over a stable family and send them spiraling down and out of their beloved home. Early in my life, while I was attending elementary school, my family was affected by this troublesome plight. My father was raising me and my sister and decided to leave the army to spend more time with us. He found a job at a generator company, and then an advanced auto-parts store. Next, the unexpected happened, my father was laid off. He was a single father raising two kids and his savings quickly disappeared as he tried to pay for his mortgage, our lunch bills, clothes, and school supplies. We ended up moving to Colorado and lived in an apartment with 7 other people, my father reenlisted and we were lucky to have found a way out; but what about those

Going from small to big is not easy, especially when you don't know what "big" is like. When I found out that my Dad was getting re-married, I guess I didn't know exactly what to think of it. I didn't really know what "being in a mixed family" or "having step-parents" meant. I remember thinking of Mindy as a really nice person, however, I had just recently met her, so I didn't know what to think of her. Now, I was going to move in with this new family. Not to mention, moving to a town of just over 2,000 residents to a city of about 120,000 people was very hard for me. I didn't really know how to adapt to this new type of city. Through this experience, I went through many hardships. However, I truly do believe that said experience truly changed me for the better.

This week I got to take a trip to Gates Estate with Heather so that she could take a lesson with her trainer friend JJ Lavieri. At UNH I have learned to always dress professionally because you never know who you are going to meet and second people will take you more seriously when you dress professionally because you look like you know what you are doing. The night before this trip I set out my nice tan breaches, my UNH equestrian polo, and my tall boots. That morning I arrived to work a little early so that I could get the horse Deelite ready to goon the trailer. Heather had asked me to do standing wraps instead of shipping boots since it was only a short smooth trailer ride. Yet again keeping in mind that appearance is everything I dressed