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.

Moving away from the place that one calls home is a hard situation, especially for a child at a young age. I lived in Brookhaven, Mississippi, and I was in the eighth grade. I had been in Brookhaven School District majority of my childhood. I had plenty of friends, and I was involved in school clubs. It was two weeks before the beginning of my freshman year when I got the news. My mom called me in her room and explained why I had to transfer schools. My sister has Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis, and she felt that it was best that we try a smaller school. I called up my friends to tell them the news, and we decided that these last few nights were going to be the best. We went out to bowl, had sleep overs, and had a special trip to the waterpark. I felt so happy to get that time with them, but moving day came and ruined all of the fun. That morning we packed up the house, said our goodbyes to our neighbors, and drove away. Though as I rode in the car towards a new beginning, I felt like I left behind the whole world behind me.

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.

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.

“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.

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

While I am sitting in front of my computer, figuring out what assignment is due next week or even more, what is due tomorrow, I keep repeating myself: I which there is another me to split the workload. I know that I am behind with my house chores, hence I keep reminding myself, I need to cut the grass on the back yard. I stopped thinking about the house chores and I finally begin writing a proposal that will be due next week. “Hey, have you paid the note for the car yet”, my wife interrupted me while I was barely getting to write the beginning memo of my proposal. “No not yet, I replied”. “I been busy with school work and other stuff.” “Damn, if you don’t pay it by tomorrow we will pay a late fee”, my wife answered. “Ok, Ok, just let

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

This year we all experianced our first real blizzard, and it was epic! Snow fell all night and day and completely buried everything in site inlcuding my car, but that didn't stop us from going out the next day to enjoy what mother nature had laid down. My first mistake was leaving our snow shovel out in the shed and having to step into 3 feet of snow to retrieve it. It took the whole day and a little into the night for both Alisa and I to dig our vehicles out and to dig a decent walkway for Bishop to be able to move around and enjoy the snow. The snow was just as tall as he was! The only negative was the impact it had on our post and not being able to go out and about. But hey, it was a small price to pay for some good quality family time. We

When I was eleven I moved into a new house because my last house had a stalker problem and my parents decided they didn't want to bring my siblings and I up in that type of enviorment. We lived in a rather "woodsy" area, not many people around and far away from the town. My mother, worked usually from 9-8 on week days and my father the same. The week that will haunt me forever. my parents decided to take a trip up to vist some friends and family for the weekend leaving my older brother, Devan 17 and my younger sister Juliet 8 alone. As it being in a small town, word spread that they were going all the way up to toronto, a place not many people around have ventured' out to. As the work week came towrds a end, I noticed a man walking near our property.

I am so thankful for my parents always giving me food on my plate, clothing on my body, and a roof over my head. I appreciate them two so much even though I barely say it because I’m not really an emotional guy. Around twenty years ago, both of them came to America illegally seeking a better life and hoping to earn enough money to send back home. They both met each other 18 years ago, in America, and I don’t know how because they won’t tell me. I do know that my oldest sister isn’t my dad’s biological daughter, and they have tried to keep it a secret from me but I found out years ago. Moving on, my mom gave birth to their first child together in the year 2000, around a year after they met. In 2002, my mom gave birth to me and I am the only

I sat there, with the dark, cold sand running through my fingers. My sisters running through the tall, sharp grass as if it weren’t even there. At the river bank, my parents were talking with a man who I had never seen before. Behind them, I could see the sun setting though the trees, the orange, pink and yellow colors reflecting off of the river. The massive maple, hickory and pine trees cast shadows onto the abandoned sandlot, the sandlot that would soon be purchased by my parents, and turned into my new home. The one story, three bedrooms, and one bath house we are living in would soon be packed away and brought to the new house. This house was just that, a house. I considered this house a place where I would eat, sleep, and do my homework at. I shared a room and a bed with my youngest sister, while my oldest and second youngest sister shared the other. My parents had a makeshift room with a small bed and a box TV in it. Six people in a one-story house is overwhelming, but my parents made the best of what we had. Even at night, when you could hear the neighbors next door yelling at each other, my mom would always make us keep our windows closed, until the morning. My family was more than ready for the move to our new home, but it wouldn’t be here for another year or so.

I opened my eyes and he surprised me. Picking up my head he kissed me strongly. Pulling away he looked at me hoping I would magically wake up. He looked up to the stars. "Why am I so bad at this?!"