Personal Narrative Essay : Moving In My Life

It had finally arrived. Moving day. I was finally leaving my home in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania after five short years and a sort of gloom lingered in the air. Although many teenagers would be excited to reunite with their family, friends, and childhood home, I, however, was frightened of the future. I woke up that morning and just laid there and listened to the sound of the rain pittering against the roof and windows, pattering against the surrounding forest in which I shared many memories. After what felt like centuries of just listening and reflecting, I got up and looked out the window. I looked at my neighbor's house across the field of grass which separated our houses and at the kids who had become like my siblings. I looked at the ice

My sisters and I all squished together on the small couch. So finally after what felt like twenty years, mom and dad said “We’re moving”. My stomach dropped. I loved this house, it was the only house I could remember living in, it was home. ”Where are we moving to?” I managed to say, hoping it would be across the street or something close. “Georgia!” she said with a soothing smile and hope and excitement in her eyes. Of course I didn’t want to move, especially out of state, my nine year old self was devastated, and before I knew it boxes were

My mother sat down with my sister and I, and told us that ultimately, the four of us would have to move because we were being forced to sell our home. I accepted this decision, not comprehending fully how far away I would actually be. I could not grasp the idea that I would be leaving the people I was with since I could walk. Everything I went through and everything I did was with them. All the memories we made on the street would slowly fade, but be kept forever. Moving day, I knew deep down that I had to be strong throughout this new development in my life. I was moving to a place where I didn’t know anyone, where I did not know what school I would be going to, or if I would have neighbors just like the ones in Southington. I climbed into my father's truck, not knowing what would happen from then on. I was surrounded by my all neighborhood friends, all in tears. I remember feeling fearless, ready to take on anything life would throw at me. As one of my close friends walked up to the truck with tears in her eyes, I looked at her with reassurance that everything would be

On August 13th, 2016 my family and I started a new life. We were forced to relocate from Southern California to Prosper, Texas for my dad’s job. When I moved I knew absolutely no one. It was extremely hard to move away from my people that I have been friends with for almost my whole life. It was even harder to say goodbye to my grandma and my brothers. Finding new friends and adjusting to a new city in a new state was very difficult. On the first day of school, I was extremely nervous, because I didn’t know anyone.

Who would have known traveling could be such a hassle? Especially when moving from Wilson, North Carolina to boring Goldsboro. Especially when having strict parents, an annoying sister, a spoiled brother and an innocent me stuffed in a van, just to move only 26.4 miles. Moving cannot be that dreadful, I tried considering to myself. Making new friends and memories are not the worst thing in the world. There was only one slight problem …school. It was fall of third grade and everything was different. From math to English to science, concepts were thrown at me that I was so sure that I had never seen at my previous school. So at first sight of trouble, I turned to my parents, but only to end up with a frustrated me and a very agitated mother.

When I first heard we were moving here, I thought to myself. Why did dad have to take this job? I mean I don’t hate it here. I just hate the fact that I didn’t get to tell most of my friends I was leaving. Although, something good came out of this. I get to see an old friend of mine, at least start something over. This house is nicer than the one before. I still remember the time when mom thought there was a rat in the cabinets, man was she scared.

Moving across the country is an enormous change to someone’s life. I my personal experience moving across the country is hard. Especially, when you go from the country to the city as I did. I had to go to a new school, get new friends, and here about things that I really didn’t know how to deal with. It was like hitting rock bottom after you just got to the top. This shows how moving to one place can make you feel horrible for no reason what so ever. I had to reinvent myself from country girl to city girl it was exhausting. This proves how hard it was to change because you are so used to being completely different. Moving across the country is a big change and it can be hard.

When I reached our destination, the geographical differences were just a tiny part of my life’s hurdle. Unlike, my previous assumption of the evergreen state, this was the complete opposite. Tumbleweeds replaced evergreen bushes, rivers replaced lakes and quail replaced red cardinals. My physical surroundings were the easiest to adjust to. Nevertheless, a new school was probably the most difficult part of moving. I grew up in a school where I was the only one in my grade out of a school population of eight. So when I walked into my sixth grade classroom filled with at least twenty-six boisterous children, you could say I was a bit overwhelmed. The lifestyle in eastern Washington contrasted sharply with my comfort zone. People in this area were constantly with a filled schedule including, sports, music competitions and recitals, and school activities, unlike the life filled with daily visits to the lake. School was definitely harder than my previous school, constant homework and tests were a foreign language to me. All the friends I’ve had up till then, have known me ever since I learned how to read, so making new friends was a new thing for me, as well. From the start, making friends was arduous, I’m not a very outgoing person and small talk isn’t my forte. I would be introduced to some people, most of the time neither one of us had a

Have you ever had to move to a place and didn’t want too or even couldn’t do anything about it? Having to make new friends? No way. In life things changes a lot and I didn’t think things would change so drastically at such a young age. I’ve been living in Iowa for my whole life and I had thought I would be living there for the rest of my life. That was my city, I had grown up with the most fantastic kids who I went to school with since preschool. I knew like every kid in my grade or near my grade because that’s how long I lived there, to know a lot of locals. Iowa City was a place I was born at, it was a place I knew that was home because I was so used to everything around my surroundings. There are many mistakes I’ve made in my life, yet

The day I found out I was moving, my first reaction was relief, for up until that point, I had concluded that the reason my parents were so serious, was because I’d done something wrong. However, as soon as that thought disappeared, another one replaced it. Why were we moving to DC? We were perfectly fine in the neighborhood that we lived in. Slowly, I began to realise that I did not like the idea of moving. I didn’t say this outloud because I was still confused. Was this a joke? Instead, I put on a bright smile and reacted as if they told me that they were going to throw a party. For the rest of the day I did my best to ignore the conversation we had, to ignore the fact that we were moving. It was not until

Being made to go through the whole process of becoming friends was not what I wanted. I had a lot of friends at Galena and had been friends with these kids since kindergarten. We had grown up together and I didn’t want to leave them so soon. My mom told me Baxter was only about 10 minutes away so that took the ease off a little. I had two really good friends who I did everything with. I remember wondering if they would be sad, or if I would get to see them anymore. The feeling of going to a new place and possibly not making any new friends frightened me. How long would it take me to make new friends, if I made any? All the worrying was for nothing though. I remember exactly what happened when I made my first friend at Baxter. I call to mind being anxious as I walked into my new classroom, feeling the glances of all my classmates. Thinking how uncomfortable I felt as all the kids talked about their summers with their friends and all the fun they had, when suddenly I heard someone say hi. I turned towards the voice and saw a small brown haired girl, who I would soon learn was Mallory. After learning each other’s names, she then asked me “Do you want to be friends?” and that’s how my first friendship started. I made many new friends that day and felt all my worries soon drift away. Though I didn’t know how well making new friends would go, at the time it was a frightening thought for me. With

It was a difficult move to make, we had been residents of good old New York for the entirety of my 13-year-old adolescent life. I was leaving behind my delicate childhood home, it was a white house with red shutters and a red door. My room was painted a light pink color and

and not be here tomorrow cause I got to move i'm getting all my stuff back and all that cool stuff well I was really disappointed when my mom didn't sign the hoverboard so I could ride it hopefully I will get my xbox back today our house is pretty big my room is a bit smaller than the old one but they look the same I hope this day goes fast school is so boring and games are cool rgh xbox no one no what that even means it is like a modded xbox and you could hack the games and have mod menus and all that cool stuff it is really hard to do i looked up like 50 videos on how to do it and I finally figured it out it take a while to do but it's worth it and it is fun but if you know my house burned down.

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.

When my parents confirmed that they were making plans to face the move, I was shocked and didn’t know what to think. At the time it seemed absurd to leave behind my entire life in the small town and travel distances away. As they explained the plans to organise our belongings, board the plane and join my grandmother, I began to feel somewhat excited. I felt