Personal Narrative: Forced To Move

One of biggest unknowns I have faced in life would most likely be the time I moved to a different state for the first time. I was from a particularly hot state and that state was Georgia, to a colder state up north which was Indiana. Even though I live in Georgia know I am originally from Indiana and I moved from there when I was 2 months years old. I remember this summer because there was a heat wave that summer and my mom, my brother, and I were staying with my grandma who didn't have A/C.

At the end of Freshman year, I moved away to Michigan from Illinois. I lived in Illinois since I was born until the move. Michigan to me, seemed to be too far of a move. My parent’s friend is who gave them the idea that Michigan was a “better place” than Illinois.

People often hear or maybe seen on the news of houses being broken into. We do our best to protect ourselves and our families from the unenviable happening. We have locks, we purchase alarm systems and other forms of defense to keep strangers out and our possessions in. When I woke up on Tuesday, April 6th, 2011, I never imagined someone would come inside of my home and ramble through my things and take from me whatever they wanted. If I could have seen into the future, I would attempt to change the minds of the guys who broke into my apartment.

The aspect that related to me the most this week was the chapter on relocation. My relocation was actually pretty self-centered in that I wanted to be close to my family after having a child. I remember growing up in Kankakee and coming back for a year after undergraduate studies and having big dreams for the city of Kankakee, but none of these dreams were involved with my decision to move back. When Perkins opens up with the chapter of relocation there is a statement that stood out to me in regard to this matter. “Of the three R’s that anchor the guiding philosophy of the Christian community development movement, relocation is clearly the most distinctive and troublesome.” (Perkins, 75) Relocation to the Kankakee area was easy, because

A challenging situation I had faced was moving with my family from North Carolina to Virginia. My parents told me that we were moving due to my stepdad retiring from the military and finding a new job in Virginia. We had been living in North Carolina for seven and a half years so I had spent most of my life in that small town. I was twelve at the time, so when my parents told me we were moving I remember I cried because everything I knew was there. All my memories and friends had been made in that place and I did not want to leave that. I think everything happens for a reason and that this was meant to provide a new experience. Also from that situation, it gave me a better understanding of myself. It brought me closer to my family, showed me

Who knew that things could change so abruptly, it almost felt that my whole world was flipped within a blink of an eye. Things were going to be different from now on, the people, the weather, even the fresh summer breeze from the coast will soon become a cold bitter winter breeze. This all came to my mind when my mom announced to my family that we’re moving, to New Jersey, once my school goes on summer break. At first, I began to panic, why do we have to move? Why can’t we just live here? We don’t even know anyone there, except for my aunt. We just moved here three years ago from New Jersey, and we didn’t like it, that’s why we only lived there for a month. Then why would we would we like it now? I question my mom, and I demanded explanations

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.

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.

Many factors influenced me to choose Victoria as the choice over NSW, like cost of living, culture, transportation, safety and people. Now a days NSW became too much crowded and mechanical.

When I found out I was going to have to move with my dad in California soon that news hit me like some bricks. My dad was more like a fucking sperm donor than dad, he sent money here and there but everysince he got remarried I hardly ever saw him. Don't get me wrong he wasn't a dead beat ass dad but his absence sure as hell wasn't appreciated. "Ma" I called real loud from upstairs in my

It was a dark and stormy night in 1912 in Anyksciai, Lithuania, in a village and of course by mom and sister had to be fighting. So I walked to my room stomping!

As I swing back and forth in the wind I wonder,”why can’t I move?” I try to look around but, there is absolutely no use. That’s when I heard it, the screams of kids and laughing of adults. I thought,”wow it must be someone's birthday, but why am I hear,”. I couldn’t see but i heard everything. I heard the kids screaming and wishing for cake and candy, while parents refused and said,”later,”. I heard the kids playing their games. It was something called “tag”, what is that. These games went on four and hour or so until I heard what seemed to be the mother call out,”okay kids it's piñata. I thought,”oh, what’s a piñata,”. I sat there waiting to find out but, I was hit. It didn’t hurt a lot but it scared me. I was hit again and again. I wish I

I am ready to move out, ever since I was growing I wanted travel and find out what my purpose is in life. I am healthy bacterium with a body shaped like an S and I have many tails (Hobbs et al., 1996). Today was the day I felt like I was destined somewhere else. All of a sudden I found myself swept and in a wet, cramped cave (Delahay and Rugge, 2012).I am surrounded by other types of creatures, I look around, I see white rocks, a wild pink worm tossing everything around towards the back. At the back there’s a pendulum hanging moving left to right. I knew that I had head towards the pendulum, my tails start tingling, and my body is starts to move. As I move closer to the pendulum I see a dark hole I panic and turn the other way; (Momtaz et al

It hurts to go on but sometimes it hurts more, to hold on.” Moving away from my friends, family, and at my young age it felt like losing the only life I'd ever know. When I look back on it, it still hurts, but when I look to the future, that pain goes away.Moving four hours away from my family, friends, and the only life I've ever known hurt, but life goes on.

When humans reflect on their lives they often categorize things by their location at the time of the event, grouping their college experience separately from their hometown high school experiences. This association with place causes us to view an unwanted movement as an attack on our personal way of living. I first experienced such an affront when I was in the first grade, my family and I moved to a small town about three hours away from San Angelo. My father wanted to be closer to his aunt and uncle so he seemingly forced me and to tag along for the experience. I didn’t want to move away from my grandparents or my friends, the thought alone would cause me to cry. I had to leave behind all my friends, my family I