Personal Narrative: Moving

Moving. Amanda didn’t like this idea. Her mom got a job out of town to earn even more money

When we got to virginia we needed to find a house. So my parents went house hunting. It took them a overly excessive amount of time to find a home because they wanted to find just the right house. Then my parents realized that this home would be our forever home so then they got even

Relocating back to the U.S after more than a decade of my life really made me see what I missed. When we moved to my dad decided to buy a house

It was the summer between my eighth grade graduation and the start of my first year of high school that my family and I left behind our city dwelling first-floor three-bedroom apartment on a one-way street in Connecticut to the rurally side stacked townhomes and sub-divisions of Virginia. I had not put much thought into why we moved or what might come of moving. I did come to the conclusion that this move would be “better for us” as my mom would say because through copious amounts of research she discovered that the education provided would master that of our public school system where not all students had the books they needed in order to learn and even do homework. As the night transcended and we packed into our vehicles it was

Last year I received the news that my best friend was moving. We have known each other for ten years. We got separated when high school started, we still texted each other frequently. She tried for a whole year to convince her parents to let her transfer to Senior. Finally one day, her mom agreed and her sophomore year she was able to attend Senior. We got lucky and even had a class together, my mom said there wasn’t much of a chance but we got lucky. We had second hour World History together and it was a blast. One day we were sitting in World History, right next to each other of course, when she turned to me and said "Jenna...I'm moving."

I guess you could call me a package because I am constantly being shipped around-five countries, twelve houses, eight schools in sixteen years. Consistently moving every two or three years is a lot to handle but somehow I have figured out a way to make it work, especially when it comes to packing up my room. Most people pack their room in ten to fifteen boxes over the course of one to two weeks unlike me who takes over two months to pack three small boxes. It may seem like a small amount of belongings could fit into three boxes which is true but I have learned to appreciate memories over objects. This perspective is very different than many millennials; however it is a major part of me.

Crashed on some land that I moved in It's a little place below with some odd faces, 'friends' Stay up when it's late, I'm on too thin We promised each other to the fight 'til the end Now we're spinning these rum bottles It's just the four of us With devil minded nations people die to trust I wish to resist this day But, I can't resist it anyway

Have you ever lost someone or something that was very important to you? In this prompt I am going to tell you about me having to move from one house to another.

Thomas Edison, the man who is credited with inventing the lightbulb, once said, “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” If Thomas Edison had given up after the first attempt had gone downhill, mankind would have been left in the dark. Luckily, this headstrong inventor refused to abandon his idea. Like Thomas Edison, I refuse to give up, especially when it comes to dance.

I see a bright light my eyes feel stuck together like they don't want to open,soon enough I see clearly and start to see something grey with pointy ears. I turn to the other side of the bed and see my mom standing there waiting for me to get out of bed. I start to sit up as my mom starts to talk.

My grandparents always pay for half of their grandchildrens car. They buy a car for us and then we have to pay them back half of whatever the cost of the car was. It was getting closer to my birthday and I did not have enough money to pay for my car; I was scrambling to work as much as possible and get as much money as possible so I would be able to get my car right away when I got my license. I needed $1,400 and I was working at Culvers so I was not making very much money. My birthday came up and I got my license and I was so close to having enough money, but my grandpa knew that I almost had enough money so he let me have my car and I was very grateful.

I’m an only child that has moved a decent amount in her lifetime. I was born in a small city near the Polish-Ukrainian border called Przemysl. After a few years, my family moved to Krakow, and I later spent a while with my grandmother in her village, Narol. In the middle of kindergarten, I moved from Poland to Northbrook, Illinois, and attended school there for two years. I later moved to Chicago Ridge, and just last year in August, I moved to Hickory Hills. Last year was my first year at Stagg, and I enjoyed it a great deal. For my freshman year I attended Richards. Moving after just becoming familiarized with Richards put me out of my comfort zone sophomore year and I had to talk to a lot of people to try to make friends. For this reason,

“It is going to fly by Nik, be sure to take advantage of it.” Those were the words I heard from my Algebra 1 teacher, Mr. Karp. That is all I ever really heard from anyone. Do not get me wrong, things eventually do come to an end, but people focus entirely too hard on the ending. Momentum has showed me that the beginning is the most important aspect of an experience. When you focus on the end there is no hope only fear. However, when you concentrate on the beginning it teaches you to be hopeful. You are inspired to be the best version of you that you can be and that is what momentum has done for me. I’ll be the first to tell you that I was petrified to finally come to college. I felt this was because I was focusing on what I would be do after

I just left inside your office a yellow envelop with a Master Key to the offices. We did not want to leave our offices open, so we figured we would leave you a master key to open the doors for tomorrow’s move.

We didn 't stay long at my grandmothers. My mom said she was determined for us to have our own; especially after the incident of  her and me and my siblings experiencing not getting anything for Christmas  while my uncle E. my mom 's  brother made sure all his children had a plethora  of gifts to pull from under the tree and open in front of our face. Hearing this story as I got older was heart wrenching for me. As a mother, it 's hurtful because you can only imagine the struggle of a single mother of six children, and on top of that she is saving up to move into her own; and her brother can 't even assist her children with one gift!  Oh the hurt my mom must 've felt looking at our faces that day!