Personal Narrative Essay: We Re Moving

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! There was a knock the door late at night. There was a letter, it was from the manager at the sunny slope apartments. The next morning we opened the letter. It said we were getting evicted. We didn’t know why. But we knew what it meant, we had to move! We were so worried, because we didn’t know where we could move or even worst of all we didn’t know if we were going to have to move a different school. I had been at that school my whole life, and known all of my friends there.

Moving. Amanda didn’t like this idea. Her mom got a job out of town to earn even more money

Since 2012, I have moved 3 times. The first move was definitely the hardest of all the moves. My entire life was turned upside down right before high school. I was happy to move, but it was a complete change. I had to relearn how to live, and I suddenly had to be the one to care for my younger siblings.

getting ready and i noticed that my basket full of food was empty. ‘Those darn animals must of

And I also remember the day, when my parents informed me that we were moving. The plan was to move out from the clustered city of New York, and shift into the suburban setting of New Jersey. As a young child, I was startled and not sure if I was ready to be able to commit and abstained the thought. The thought of leaving my friends and the place where I grew up in all my life, irked me emotionally. With a new city, came a new house and a new environment.

As a baby I did not know what was going on. My mom originally had custody of us. One Saturday she dropped me, my brother and sister off at my dads. She did not come back for the longest time. I do not have many memories of my childhood with my mom. I remember she bleached her hair running from the cops and I remember her moving in next door for some reason, I do not know.

Have you ever had to try something new? Has it been hard? Well, when I moved to Greenbrier, Arkansas I went through hard times with doing new things. It was very difficult. If you have ever moved, you understand what I mean.

To the average person, moving is not an unusual occurrence. As a child, I moved from place to place ever since the age of two. However, on the account that I was still under the school age, the matter of moving did not affect me as much. It was when I was twelve, that my life took a drastic

As of now, I’ve moved six times, however the most memorable place was Chicago. Moreover, the reason why my family and I moved from Boston to Chicago was due to my dad’s promotion along with the surrounding schools. Before moving to Chicago, we used to live in Boston and the environment of both places are completely divergent in terms of the personality of people and how. Likewise, given a short notice, it took awhile to adapt to the environment because the decision of moving happened suddenly.

It’s no secret, life is chaotic. As a child, in fact the very second you made your debut in the hospital room, you probably took a great big gulp of tepid sterilized air and began to scream. Before birth you had been infected. The struggle had already begun. Mom and Dad did as much as they could to help you adjust, but the cozy world you lived in would never be available to you. You messed your diaper, you rolled off the bed, and you collapsed in ear-splitting tomato faced hysterics for no reason. You couldn't even get food from the table to your charming little mouth for several months. What is this ferocious disease you have been subjected to? You have been infected with the disease chaos. We’ll call it the law of Adam, because he deserves

November 26th, 2004, and there is a sea of burnt orange everywhere at Darrell K

We stared at each other speechless, literally speechless. No matter how hard I tried I could make a sound. Her eyes darted back and forth and slowly she opened her mouth and out came a small insect. She screamed, or it appeared she made the motions of screaming but like me no sound came out, she pushed herself away from the desk and stood up baking away in fright. We watched the strange insect like creature scurry away across the room and slide between a crack in the front door.

As Emma Chase once said, “the greatest part of a road trip isn't the actual destination, it's all the wild stuff along the way.” As we turn right down the bumpy, black, cracked up street, driving approximately one mile until we reach the yellow light from my house. Looking to my fat right on the corner is the big green field, I always see the kids play football at. That's where I first started practicing for track at. As the light turns green, we make a sharp left turn merging onto I-94 freeway like any other day. Before I knew it we were on there driving at 60mph in the middle lane passing all of the exists. Nevertheless, distracted riding along, enjoying the cool windy breeze, looking at the junkyard and factories over the bridge, we almost forgot to merge over to the right on interstate 75 loopy split freeway heading North. Just as we did we found ourselves in the middle of downtown passing the bright lights of Greektown Casino on our way to my childhood place.

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.

A couple years later my mom starting dating a man who is now my stepdad. He never had kids of his own making it harder for him to communicate and understand a young person like myself. I would always try to act older when I was with him, maybe I could tell he had difficulty interacting with young kids. As a kid I would only talk to my mom it was to the point where I would tell my mom things to say to other people for me, my stepdad being in the picture taught me how to interact with someone besides my mom. He played a huge role in shaping me into a young adult.