Personal Narrative Essay: Moving Back To Arizona

Moving from the South to the Midwest was a huge change in my life. For my whole life I grew up to the southern hospitality and the tang of salt in the air since the beach was always less than 5 minutes away wherever I lived. Now I moved to a place where they flip you off to say hi, and the closest thing to an ocean is a sea of grass that seems to go on forever. Although I am now adapted to the change for the most part, it took me awhile to break in to the social norms of an average Midwest kids.

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.

I believe that the situations I’ve been put through hold full responsibility for shaping me into the young, responsible, independent woman I have become. Going through my father’s deportation and having to depend on myself since I was only eight years old has had the biggest impact in my life.

Have you ever gone to a place to visit? Where have you been? What did you do there? I would like to go back to Florida, because last time I was there I was very little. My grandma and grandpa use to live there. In Florida there are lots of places to go and lots of things to do. My favorite things about Florida is fishing in the Gulf of Mexico, the different animals you can see, and the warm weather.

Do you remember when you were a kid, there was that one place that always seemed so amazing, but once you got there you were so disappointed? When you are a kid, a disappointment like that seems to be a big deal. Well when I moved to Texas, it was just that. The worst place I have ever tried living, was in Bethel, Texas. There are numerous reasons that make me say this including, the excessive oil drilling, how spread out each town is, and how god awfully ugly it was. I would never recommend going there. I moved there, and within a month, I came back home. Even if I think of it as a Vacation, it still was a horrible experience.

When I arrived in Dallas, I was legitimately surprised to see that people in Texas were normal. They were not all wearing cowboy hats and boots with pistols tucked into their belts. I was ten years old, and I had just become accustomed to life in Missouri, right after leaving to Texas. Previously, I had moved from Albuquerque, New Mexico to Missouri when my dad’s job relocated us. Then, my dad quit his job and decided to pursue his dreams of owning a cattle ranch because his job had asked he relocate us to White Plains, New York. While his worst nightmare was being forced to live in a crowded, bustling urban municipality, mine included simply moving again.Visions of tumbleweed and desert haunted me the days following his announcement. This

Texas born and raised means a lot of things, but for me it means diverse. As a child, I grew up in the southside of San Antonio and attended a Catholic school which contributed majorly to how I act now and has impacted how I view others. However, in the 7th grade, I moved to the Texas Hill Country and learned a plethora of contradictory views. This has led me to form my own opinions on what is right and wrong and meshed city and country life to create a well-rounded, diverse Texan.

I did not know anybody. The closest person that I knew was a six hour drive away, not even in the same state as me. The day that I moved to Texas was the day that I left my sense of security behind – everything I had ever known was taken from me, and having no say in this discouraged and frustrated me. Being part of an expat family accustomed me to moving, but this time it was different. The transition from living in Qatar to living in Texas physically and mentally exhausted me, but, with the right skills and resources, I was eventually able to overcome it.

One day my friend and I was playing outside in my yard and then her mom called her in so I went with her.When we got in the house her mom said that they were moving to texas I was very mad because she was my best friend.But I knew I could not tell them that she could not move to texas.

This is my story when I moved to colorado and when I moved again and what I felt when we moved and the second story Is when I moved to a different neighborhood and school so enjoy.

In 2011 on a very cold December night, my dad told me something that I will never forget. My siblings and I were all sitting in my fathers very out dated apartment, eating hamburger helper and watching a movie on his small 32 inch t.v.

On October 5, 2010, my mom made the permanent decision to move to Iowa from Indiana. I was very nervous. I knew I had to switch schools, I had spent three years at that school getting to know everyone and getting used to the school, but now it was time to leave not only the school but also the state. While on the road, I couldn’t concentrate. We’ve been to Iowa numerous times so I knew the drive quite well. I ended up going to sleep by worrying myself so much.

All i could hear was the crowd of people chanting ’’Fight’’at my high school,and my friends just standing there in the distance watching me get beat up.I came home ready to go back to school to talk about the bully situation showing them my cuts and bruises to the principal for proof.When we were arriving home me and my dad had a little talk about moving to texas mostly for work reasons but the only problem is that my dad will not be there when i come home from school.After the discussion I had with my dad we all started packing up and my mom comes in my room and says ‘’are u ready to leave and go to texas’’ I slowly nod my head because i will miss my friends but i will not miss those bullies.As soon as we arrived i glanced at the school i

My story is not the best yet I am grateful for it since it pushes me to move forward. When I was smaller my family had always lived in homes that we rented or shared with other families. I came from immigrant parents so, clearly, a lot of pressure was put on me from a young age. I had to translate everything for my mother and I still do. As much as I appreciate my family I do not want their past experience to define me. Quite frankly, my family has encouraged me so much yet what I do, I do for myself. It is very important for me to be able to help myself so I can help others. They have taught me the importance of education and want me to be successful.

It was June of 2016. My family had decided to shake up our annual summer vacation by heading out west. Sedona, Arizona to be more specific. Let me tell you, this place is truly magical. If you've never heard of Sedona, I’ll give you some background real quick. The whole city, a desert city to specify, is centered within red rock, which is just what it sounds to be: red rock. All around you are mountains made of this fiery earth, which does not suffice to only look at from a distance. So during our stay there we hiked along many trails through the red rock to almost every tourist spot, some of which gave you a panoramic view of the mountains. Truly breathtaking. Yes, I could go on and on about the beauty of this city, but that's not quite what this