Personal Narrative: Moving Back To Arizona

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.

Change can be good sometimes. This however, was not a good change. It was so ugly there! Here in Arizona, we have the desert but we also have the mountains. In the area I lived, you couldn't see the silhouette of a mountain against any sunset. Just the golden color grass swaying in the breeze for miles. It doesn't sound all that bad until I mention how there were barely any trees!! For some people like me, this can be a problem, for others not so much. I was so disappointing. I could not go rock climbing, hiking, nor walking! There were too many dens of snakes everywhere by where I had lived. If I was to be outside, I had tall boots and pants on. If your a nature lover, this place could be compared to

It all started on a warm sunny day, my dad had just arrived from Michigan. He came into the house gave my siblings, my mother and me a hug and told us the big news. “We are moving to Michigan” he said. He said it so calmly as if expecting my siblings, my mother and myself to react in a good way. Immediately I started to panic, I didn’t want to leave the place I grew up in. I was only eleven years old, I didn’t know how the people in Michigan would be. Finally I spoke “ I don’t want to move dad, I love it here!” which he responded with “I’m sorry but we are going to move because we can’t afford to live here anymore” He said this so emotionless as if not knowing how this could affect me. I hardly got any sleep that night for the fact that my parents were arguing for what felt like all night, but in reality was just an hour.

When I arrived in Dallas, I was legitimately surprised to see that people in Texas were normal. They were not all wearing cowboy hats and boots with pistols tucked into their belts. I was ten years old, and I had just become accustomed to life in Missouri, right after leaving to Texas. Previously, I had moved from Albuquerque, New Mexico to Missouri when my dad’s job relocated us. Then, my dad quit his job and decided to pursue his dreams of owning a cattle ranch because his job had asked he relocate us to White Plains, New York. While his worst nightmare was being forced to live in a crowded, bustling urban municipality, mine included simply moving again.Visions of tumbleweed and desert haunted me the days following his announcement. This

I did not know anybody. The closest person that I knew was a six hour drive away, not even in the same state as me. The day that I moved to Texas was the day that I left my sense of security behind – everything I had ever known was taken from me, and having no say in this discouraged and frustrated me. Being part of an expat family accustomed me to moving, but this time it was different. The transition from living in Qatar to living in Texas physically and mentally exhausted me, but, with the right skills and resources, I was eventually able to overcome it.

I moved to Arizona from Boston in 2014. We have moved around before, but this was different. We were going across the country. I was sad to leave everything I knew behind for someplace I didn’t really know about. We moved in July, and as August came closer and closer, I got more nervous. Would I sit alone at lunch? Would I like my teachers? As any 6th grader would be before the first day of school, I was scared and a bit nervous. I was pretty shy, always hiding myself in books. So I was relieved to find that we wouldn’t have to find our classes alone on the first day. I was dreading lunch, but I put it out of my mind. That day, in fact, I met one of my best friends. I managed to survive my first day of middle school. And the next. And the next. I even got good grades in math! I sometimes struggle, and did previously, in math.

I stared blankly out the window, then to my family, then the box that sat right in front of me. “Aren’t you going to open your present?” Usually I’d tear into the paper and reveal the item that I longed for, but I honestly could care less what I got. This family Christmas celebration was a little different, and I really had to make it count. This was just days before we had to make our trek to the great state of Texas. Thoughts about the move raced through my mind, going from California to Texas would definitely be a big change.

The year was 1999 when we moved to Colorado from New Mexico. I was just a year old. My father recalls searching restlessly day and night to help support me and my mother. Coming to a new state was difficult; moving from basement to basement was their only option. Fortunately, a little after our arrival, my father found a job working construction and we were able to get a small apartment.Although small, it was still fulfilling in every way. Money was scarce at the time, as well as food. As he talks, he mentions a weekend night when he and I were spending some time together in the living room. I was a year old, and I was hungry. I decided to go to the kitchen and find some milk. When I made it to the kitchen, I opened the fridge. My father says,

They say never appreciate something until it's gone. I can confirm this 100%. Moving away from somewhere you've lived and known your whole life can be very challenging. In this case for me I was moving from Charlotte, North Carolina to Arizona.. Many things change with you, such as sports, friends, family, and school. I do competitive cheerleading, so I had to change the gyms I was cheering at. I have had to make all new friends, since I didn’t know anyone in Arizona. I had to leave my family behind in Charlotte. Lastly, I have had to switch schools and my old school was much smaller and easier than Desert Mountain. Moving is a big change, and will continue to be a big change and adjustment.

Started off with me having to move back to Indiana. First, my mom was nowhere to be found, so I wasn’t able to say good bye and that I loved her. I really wanted to be able to hug her one last time. She did the same thing when I was a kid. It made me feel unwanted all over again, so I got on the bus with nothing but 3 bags and no money.

I moved to Utah, January 3, 2000. Moving to Utah at age 20, had some definite “culture” shocks after growing up in California. I noticed when I first went to the grocery store; the store didn’t have a liquor section. A weird thing to notice for someone who doesn’t drink alcohol, but until then, grocery stores always had big displays for alcohol. The biggest New Year’s ever, had only been 3 days prior! Prince’s song, “1999” was forever going to be about the past! Where were the displays? What was this strange new place I’d moved to? What was I going to discover next, stores closed on Sunday? Were there some weird laws in place to “make” people obey?

I am nineteen years old female in my sophomore year at an out-of-state college. When I left home I finally came to terms with my sexuality and came out as gay. In Flagstaff away from home I could do what I wanted in a mostly non-judgemental space. I could grow out my body hair and not wear makeup, buy men's clothes and feel happy with my community.But I couldn't deal with the lack of validation from my family or the stress of realizing I has been neglected as a kid and sexually abused in a relationship for two years from 16-18. My father doesn't understand that he is the source of my anxiety and every time I think about calling him my world caves in. He just wants to talk to me but I can't handle it because he always brings up school, which

11th of January 2015 was my first day in Phoenix, Arizona. It all did begin since I've decided to find a new school that combines great facilities who would be productively able to help me get the best education that would look for and marvelous experience as an international student. Arizona State University was on my list of well-located and well-organized universities. I just moved from Indiana State last Spring semester which was quite fascinating and awesome since I kind of hated Indiana because of how boring it was back there despite the fact that I love how cold Indian is. I have yet spent almost 9 months in here, and everything seems extremely excellent in here.

I have had many experiences and examples of a time that I or someone else have encountered something that was different or new. My first experience was moving here from Arizona, many changes were made such as the weather, people, surroundings, schools, etc. I came here and automatically did not like the scenery and some of the people. I most definitely thought it was odd and weird that everyone knew each other. It felt a lot like a western and kind of old country movie and I did not like it at all. Wichita has grown on me though, it is a little boring and I would rather be somewhere else all of the time, but it is not that bad and I cannot really complain.

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.