Personal Narrative: Moving Into A Home

One morning, i was in 6th grade, my sister and I wake up, and we are home alone. We heard large noises on the porch. We went to go peek through the curtain, and there was a man lying on our porch. I called the neighbors, and we both hopped the fence and they let us in. The cops had then been called, while the stranger was still on our porch. The cops arrive and get the stranger and his information. The following day, we found out the man was on probation. The significance of this day, was the neighbors, that we are good friends with, helped us out in the moment of panic, and my sister and I not knowing what to do. Transformation that created fear of this day, was when we were home alone getting ready for school around 10:30, and then having a stranger at my doorstep. Also, not knowing what to do at that one moment of panic at time.

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.

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.

Someone broke into my car and about $400 worth of cash and items were stolen.

I showed her Lake Country Estates, where George lived and when departing one house a B-52 flew over, landing at Carswell Air Force Base. The tremendous noise, combined with the aircraft flying low enough to read the warning labels scared us sufficiently to look elsewhere. I told her about Mansfield and on the way we passed by a model home in Colleyville that caught our eye. The model home impressed us with its fit and finish, but the land prices there were putting the cost above budget. The 12,000-person town of Mansfield was the best suited for the kids and us, even though the nearby planned lake would not be ready until 1990. We explored Walnut Estates housing area as that was on the Country Club Golf course. There were some great wooded lots down the hill from us on Danbury, but even though the Plat showed lots, the realtor advised us that those lots were in a flood plain. We moved our search to the top of the hill. There was a perfectly situated lot considering the tee position and sun angle, but another builder owned it. We negotiated the lot into the deal. The $185K bid still did not quite meet the budget given an enormous 11% interest rate at the time. With further trade-offs, we signed the contract for

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.

As I’m preparing to graduate from the University of Utah with my Bachelor’s degree in Social Science I have to make some housing decisions. I have to decide if I want to rent an apartment, buy a house with my fiancé, or move back in with my parents rent free. I researched my housing options with the knowledge I gained from taking some housing and economic classes.

People move to different places or house for a variety of reasons. Some of their moves may be work related, while other may move for academic reasons. Most of the time people that move to a different place are more often faced with new challenges or cultural setbacks. They must adapt their lifestyle to the new place. They must take decisions whether they want to blend in or not. Hence, my life had changed and switched when I moved at the age of 25 into a new house that my fiancée and I purchased in the year of 2015.My life has shifted from being youth to be a ground man because being a home owner another step of the life that takes you to a different horizon. I made myself a lot of responsibilities as a young man and as a first-time homeowner. However, being a homeowner made me more responsible, made me discover new challenges that also help me at the end be more mature and grown man.

Earlier this year my aunt was left without a home. Having little money to buy a home, she had to settle for buying a small plot of land. She needed help cleaning up the plot of land, however, I could not help her because she lives in Colombia. I created a digital poster with details about a clean-up day and clean-up supplies needed. I sent it in a family group message, this was scary to me because I thought I would be judged for asking people to clean up while I wasn’t going to. The responses I received were completely the opposite of that. My family believed my idea was great and was excited get involved. Soon, I started receiving pictures of at least 20 family members cleaning up the land. After this amazing turn-out, I knew it was possible

My mother had to decide whether she wanted to put her life on hold for her two children. She had to rationalize staying in our hometown as a single mother, or moving in with her parents to give her children a better life. She deliberated the outcome of both possibilities and assured herself that moving in with her parents would be the right choice.

My family and I had just taken the four hour journey from Fayetteville, North Carolina to Fredericksburg, Virginia. I was very excited to see my new home but, my excitement had soon faltered when I finally saw it. It was a medium sized house with yellow aluminum siding, blue shutters, a two-car garage and eleven windows. The only thing that made it different from the rest of the houses that lined the street was its full porch and its color other than that it was completely identical

"Emery, go with grandma to the kitchen, she baked some cookies for you," I whisper, glancing down at her with a grin. The skittering of my daughter's shoes on the wooden floor mask her squeals of excitement. The worn, familiar couch moans as I collapse onto it, taking in the entirety of the house; it hasn't changed much at all since I moved out. The overwhelming joy I felt when moving here is something that I remember vividly. My dad got a major promotion, allowing us to move into the house we had always dreamed of living in. The confinement of our old two bedroom apartment had come to an end, and I was ecstatic. Of course, my own future was rapidly approaching, and with that came the fear of failure. This fear resonated particularly strong

Last year I moved to Mount Vernon, Washington. My house is in a housing complex with other house, which means there is lots of neighbors that surround my home. When describing the geography of a home or any other place there are five main ideas. These ideas are location, place, region, movement, and human-environment interaction.

It sucks to leave your family/ friends and going to someplace else where you don’t know much about. When I had to move to US from my home country. I thought it wouldn’t be this hard to adjust, but little did I know it was tough to make friends and get used american lifestyle and life in general. I didn't know how to act certain people at certain time and greetings. Having my cousin helped me a bit in school work, but most of the times I had no one who I could go to and speak my mind and get a help. Somedays I would just get mad at my parents and take my frustration out on them, since they were the ones who decided to move here.

1999, the year my parents moved into a house. It was small at first, but they built an entire new addition including a crawl space. The family that lived here before us had three sons; Reggie, Steve, and Phil. They had these shelves for all of them in the basement. All labeled in permanent marker. I started searching in the boxes to see if i can find anything. I was searching by myself for two hours. All i found was three boxes of what appeared to be baby clothes. There was one last box I haven't checked. Then I decided to go to the basement. So i went down into the basement and started looking inside boxes. Reggie's box was the one we hadn't checked. I reached my arms up so i could get ahold of it and brought it down. I looked through for