Personal Narrative: Moving Back Home

Just recently, I found out I was moving to another state. Knowing I have to leave everything behind was awful. I was halfway through eighth grade, starting the second semester, and I was doing great. My grades were all A’s and I was happy there with all my friends, Amber, Marianna, and Makayla. Our house was decent, my sister and I both had our own rooms anything I would ever wish for. My dad had been promoted to another job, where he was going to get paid more than what he was currently earning. It was an amazing opportunity for my family. I was glad for my dad, but I still felt bad for myself.

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.

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.

It had been along time since something new had entered my world. Amongst the ruins of our space elevator, I sat, head bowed, and payed my respects to a whole civilization lost. The rusted steel and crumbled mortar only amplified my grief. Rotating my mandibles I rose, and scuttled out into the hive proper, or what was left of it. There used to be noise, movement all accross our home, the workers furthering the goals of our Mother, the advisors contstatly planning our expansion into all of the fertile worlds of our system. Now, as I move through the entrance mound, there is only silence, and the sound of my chitin clicking harshly against the floor, echoing in a way I had once found eirie.

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.

Hiding behind the stairs, I heard my mom say, “I think our time here is coming to an end.” Overhearing my parents’ statement startled me. Despite being unaware of the plot of this conversation, I hypothesized that some significant change was going to occur in my family’s life. Later, I entered my mom’s room to ask more questions. Unable to digest the most unanticipated and shocking answer in my life, a surge of questions streamed through my head: Why did we migrate from the US to India initially? Now, why are we moving back to the US? Why are they making arbitrary choices right before I start high school? All these questions swamped my mind.

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

“Why do we have to go?” I asked. My mom had just told me that we were moving to Jackson. Just thinking about moving made thoughts race through my head. What will happen to my life? What about my friends? After moving, I gained three life skills; relationships, creativity, and humor.

On this rock there are a whole bunch of stars and hearts. They are all over the place, almost like sprinkles. There is a path that goes one house to another one that is far away from it. It makes my rock feel like home. It kind of smells like the way it smells at the end of summer. When everyone is starting to get ready for school to start, and it starts to cool down. It makes you remember to make time for the little things, because one day, you might look back and realize they were really the big things in your life. The stars represent all of the memories I have from Utah. All of the stars are spread out and have hearts in between them. Just like how most good moments in your life, are not all at the same time, they

In the summer of 2008, my family moved into Laurel, Maryland. An old friend of my father invited us to come over to his house to meet each other's family and talk about old times. Their family wasn't big compared to our family; I have 2 brothers and 2 sisters while he had 2 daughters. His daughters invited me and my siblings to play soccer in their backyard. We agreed without hesitation. We couldn't split into even teams since it was 7 kids playing. So we decided that me and my older brother would be a team since we had more skills in the game. It was an extremely competitive game between us, I was pushed to my limit when suddenly I saw a stream of lights flicker throughout my eyes and collapsed. My initial reaction was to breath, but my

Maybe one day you'll see that I loved you, but you decided to push me away. I wanted nothing more than to be here for you, I wanted to be your shoulder. But you didn't want that; I'm sorry you lost the baby, but I lost her as well. You wanted to carry the pain on your shoulders alone, you didn't want me involved. I could see it every time you looked at me. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry, but I'm moving back to DC I think it's for the best. I'll always love you, but I'm not going to watch you destroy yourself anymore. -- The dirty blonde hair man spoke pressing his lips against the head of the broken brunette. The brunette that looked all, but defeated for all purposes. -- You've been my life for 5 years, I've loved you since I laid eyes

I started my transformation 6 month ago when after 2 years of my immigration process to Canada,I didn't worked out and simply ate everything without thinking! I just had the most common excuses that are well known! No time,new country, hard job where I can't eat normally etc.

Growing up, I never moved houses, I’ve always lived in the same neighborhood with the same neighbor since I was born. Though, my house was never home, the world was. Every summer, we would travel to a different country for up to 2 months at one point, and given that my birthday is in the summer, I always spent it in a different place than the last. My earliest memory of one of these travels is to Guatemala when I was 7 and I celebrated my birthday with my family and the locals deep in the forest. Then when I was 10, I spent my birthday on a sleeper train while traveling across China followed by special Chinese deserts later in a local restaurant. I began to call the friends I made but could sometimes barely understand my family, and included

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.

My story is not the best yet I am grateful for it since it pushes me to move forward. When I was smaller my family had always lived in homes that we rented or shared with other families. I came from immigrant parents so, clearly, a lot of pressure was put on me from a young age. I had to translate everything for my mother and I still do. As much as I appreciate my family I do not want their past experience to define me. Quite frankly, my family has encouraged me so much yet what I do, I do for myself. It is very important for me to be able to help myself so I can help others. They have taught me the importance of education and want me to be successful.