Personal Narrative Essay: Why Are We Moving?

Once my dad got home, my mom called a family meeting in my room. I had this weird look on my face because I was super confused.

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.

Fifty years ago something major happened. One day people woke up to a world without adults. It was pure chaos. People were killing each other, burning building, stealing, and starving. After a week of violence people who were in hiding trying to survive came together and wanted to create a safe environment. The leader of the group was Yazer. He was very tall and muscular. Yazer’s jet black hair and piercing grey eyes intimidated everyone. He was appointed to lead the new society. They group of five hundred went on a month long hike to the depths of a place formerly known as Kentucky. There they made a few buildings and farms began their society. At that time Yazer was fifteen. After two years of the society being up and running beautiful building and farms similar to those seen in ancient

We were in the hospital with my twin brother, he had surgery and was in bad shape he has Cerebal Palsy which makes him not walk or talk, which means surgery usually goes bad for him. Then we got THE CALL, it was about how my Great-Grandma fell and broke something in both legs. I had two family members in the hospital, and I didn’t know what to do. I felt so scared that I thought that my nerves were just going to pop! We then traveled to New Mexico and we were at her bedside telling jokes and just all around having a bittersweet time, because we didn’t know if she was going to make it.

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.

We all hopped in the car and my little brother had forgotten his toy and blanket so my mother ran back into the house to get them for him. On the way back down the stairs to the front door my mother was stopped by my father. He struck her once on the left side of the face, she dropped to the ground. My seat was the closest to the front door and I witnessed everything, she scrambles to her feet and manages to get out of the door. My father screams out the door "where the fuck do you think you're going?" my mother mumbles something to the likes of "the kids are hungry." He slams the door and I can hear his angry footsteps up the stairs of our house. I can't remember much about the trip that night, we weren't going to Mcdonalds me and my older sister discovered this pretty quickly. We fell asleep and I woke up to my grandpa that I had only met a few times and an uncle that I had never seen before, we had made our way to Arizona our new home.

The experience of moving so much has helped me become less introverted throughout my life. My dad’s job had caused my family to move multiple times. Moving is difficult for me because I have always been shy and quiet, which creates an uncomfortable situation when it comes to making friends and learning new things. I never thought moving to a new town could change a person so drastically, and I don’t if I’d be the same today if I hadn’t moved so much.

It was during the spring of last year. The evening was quiet, and I was trying to concentrate on my chemistry homework, which was becoming incredibly tedious. The sudden ring of the phone broke the calm. Nobody yelled downstairs, so I knew it wasn't for me. However, after a few minutes, my mom came downstairs with a serious, we-need-to-talk look on her face. At first I thought, "Oh great, what did I do now?" Then I realized she had been crying.

Cars whooshed by as I was sitting in the car with my family, my mom Laura, with dirty blond hair and brown eyes sitting in the driver 's seat and in the passenger 's seat is a tall man with brown eyes and hair with me the only one in the back seat. We were in a nice neighborhood and we finally pulled up to a big white house with a red door that pops out like being in a 1980’s movie and then stepping out to 2010. We were on south Chester St in AR.

It was the spring of fifth grade and I was 11 and I just got home from school. Me and my Dad were the only ones home, my two other brothers were at school and my mom was not home. So me and my Dad went downstairs to watch a cool new netflix show. We were watching my aunts cat named glory that day. Well in the middle of the show my Dad got a phone call from my Mom so they start talking ,I was trying to overhear the conversation, I was able to make out “...bring the cat down stairs… he is really hyper…” At that Moment I realized we were going to watch a dog.

“We’ll go at the beginning of break and stay for a couple days, I just have to discuss it with your dad.”

When I got into the car, my mom started driving home. I was so scared about what would happen. In the rearview mirror I saw my sister smiling at me smugly. I glared at her because she was being very annoying. When we got home my mom stopped me, and had me stand outside.

Now I probably heard him right, but moving from Miami, Florida to Seattle, Washington. Where did dad’s job find a place across the world, I thought, if we’re actually moving, then my best friend, my school, my favorite ice cream shop, and my favorite library would all go away. I really couldn’t believe it. “So we’re moving from here to Seattle, Washington,” I said almost shouting. “What about Cass, the ice cream, the warm weather, the beach, the library, and the swamps and marshes. Where would all that go? Disappear into thin air?”

I was two years old. With a ponytail. I was playing with my brother who was also 2. We were playing a game of tag and I was winning because i was faster than he was. 10 minutes into the game my dad said they needed to talk to me about something very important. I walked into the living room and saw my mom, grandma, grandpa, and uncle there. I was very worried that something bad had happen so I said,

My brother was crying non-stop so my mom called my grandma to watch us so she could take my brother to the hospital. About 30 minutes later my grandma came, and my siblings and I ran to hug her.