Personal Narrative: Moving Back Home

I am the youngest of two daughters by two years, and live with my mom and dad. In my family, I’m the one who is the peacemaker. My family has taught me the importance of standing up for myself and others, and to be grateful for what I have. Both of my parents worked hard to give me the life I have now, and have taught me to work hard in life. My dad is a nephrologist, and works hard all day so that I don’t see him often, but when I do, he and I have a great time together. As a result of this, I value the time I spend with my family above almost everything else.

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.

When I was at school the other day, my band instructor told me, “You are one of the hardest workers I have ever seen, why do you work so tirelessly if you know that you might fail? I was quite surprised because she has been teaching for 33 years. I responded with your book, Almost Home.

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.

I have been a military child since birth, moving from place to place, seeing things I'd care to not have seen and seeing man hit rock bottom from a pink slip out the army, but this is all normal for me. My father has an amazing job and he loves his career, even if it moves us from small towns to enormous cities every three years. There was one move that impartially changed my views on not only the army but on myself, when people began treating me differently and staring at me as I walked by. It was the move to Osan south korea, a brand new country that when I first arrived had left me put in the dark and shut me out completely, until I met peoplled the way and showed me the beauty of the country, leaving me with a more open mind to new things.

“She is so stupid!” a girl whispered to her friend. They both giggled after they talked bad about me. Even though I can’t speak any English, I could still understand what they said. Those words will be in my mind for the rest of my life.

Jessica just moved out of her hometown to move to Florida. Her mother enrolled her to a local High School from where she lives. She was very excited to go because she wanted to make new friends and have a fresh start. She is very pretty and outgoing so she instantly made friends and had got the attention of almost all the football team. Katie the caption of the cheerleader did not like her because she thought Jessica was going to take her boyfriend. She told her friends to tweet about Jessica and say mean stuff about her so Jessica can move back. Her friends listen and told other people to say bad things about Jessica. People soon stopped hanging out with her and she was devastated. Everyday their will be people commenting and saying hurtful

It has been over a week since I found out about the little thing that is growing inside me. I’ve been a wreck all week long. When I got home last Sunday, I just told Keith that it was a stomach bug. I think he has noticed that I have not got better yet. I knew he would eventually get curious, just not that fast. He came up to me this morning, and I bursted into tears. So, I finally told him… and he had a completely different response. When I first told him, I kept babbling on, and on. I told him that we did not have to keep it if he did not want it. I told him that if I decided to keep it, that I would just move home to New York. All those things actually made him mad. He asked me how I could ever want to give our miracle away. He said that

It all started in 2012, I was only a mere 12 year old. I found out I would be moving to Charlotte, North Carolina, my moms job was transferring and I would be moving in just a few short months. I was terrified, I realized I would be starting a new school where I knew absolutely no one, having to start all over again, but most importantly I would be leaving my best friends, family and everything I had ever known. It’s a scary thought especially since I had never even moved houses before. I spent the next few months stressing out and slowly saying my painful goodbyes. My last day of school was the hardest of all, I slowly went around to all the people I grew up with saying goodbye, knowing i’d never see the majority of them again. I moved only a few days after that. I spent the majority of that summer in my new house with no friends, crying and freaking out about starting at my new school. It wasn’t until a few weeks before school started that I made my first friends on my new soccer team.

Going from small to big is not easy, especially when you don't know what "big" is like. When I found out that my Dad was getting re-married, I guess I didn't know exactly what to think of it. I didn't really know what "being in a mixed family" or "having step-parents" meant. I remember thinking of Mindy as a really nice person, however, I had just recently met her, so I didn't know what to think of her. Now, I was going to move in with this new family. Not to mention, moving to a town of just over 2,000 residents to a city of about 120,000 people was very hard for me. I didn't really know how to adapt to this new type of city. Through this experience, I went through many hardships. However, I truly do believe that said experience truly changed me for the better.

In this personal narrative i’m going to write about the reason my family moved to Oregon, but this is very personal to me. I’m going to explain every feeling that was going on. I am going to explain the problems and the resolutions.

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.

Daniel: When you get married you are expected to move into a house right away with your spouse and live happily ever after. That is what I expected to happen when I moved in with my new wife and our son on the way. We had been looking for a house in Atlanta, but we had not had much luck in finding a perfect home to raise our son in that was within our price range. We have been living in a one bedroom apartment, it is just not big enough for the three of us. One day I saw an ad in the paper for a home in Ansley Park historic homes and estates. The house was priced so low for the way it looked and it’s location. I told Lila about it was soon as I saw, right away we called our real estate agent to go and look at the home.

The day I turned 17 I thought I had my life planned out. I had counted on graduating early and moving to New York City. Overall in my life I was told to make a plan and stick to it, I got caught up in living in the future and forgot to think about the present. Senior year was supposed to be easy and fly by, and it did, but I wasn’t happy with the outcome. As the end of my last semester in high school approached I found myself dreading it and kept asking myself “this is it?”.

People gain inspiration from different people and places. I on the other hand gain it from my family.For starters when I was a little girl about eight years old I grew up in a extremely athletic family my mom,dad, and literally both my older sisters at the same time, because both of the were playing volleyball together and when I was at that age both of my parents played rugby. When it came time for me to choose a sport it was extremely difficult to find what was fit for me.At first I thought I was going to go for volleyball like both my sisters but it didn't really satisfy me at all. Both my parents played rugby at the time and they played it a lot, but I didn't think of rugby as a thing for me I just looked at it as a cool game to watch. Until one day of my dad's rugby practice like always I never liked playing with my older sister and her friend's because they were boring to be around, so I would just watch my dad practice rugby with his team and try to understand it from the sideline.