Personal Narrative: Moving Into A New House

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.

I was woken up with mom at the foot of my bed saying “Wake up sweetheart wake up” it is a beautiful day in Canada witch is where I live. As I get the gunk out of my eyes so I could so my mother clearly and I ask her what was wrong because she had never woke me up at 5:45 in the morning with out it being bad or something happened to the family. I got scared and my father, sister, and brother came into my room and was saying.“Calm down your going to be okay just pack your clothes,some of your personal items,and some food NOT caned food". Next I was getting ready and Carter my brother came into my room witch he had never done and told me him and dad would protect Kelsey, mom, and myself. As I walked into the kitchen we all picked different kinds of food and water. We started walking out the door and I said "Wait I need my picture of all my friends so i would remember them"so I went and got it.

In 2008, my parents decided that the next step to further build their lives was to buy a home. Around this time, the house market was flourishing in Cape Coral so my parents used some of their savings, packed our stuff, and moved us to a new place. A few months later, the stock market crashes and my mom couldn't find any employment in any line of work leaving her to settle as a county bus driver barely even knowing the language. And as if we already weren't struggling enough in 2009 my mom got pregnant with my younger sister and around this time business in my dad's shop was falling apart. Having a new baby in the family meant having another mouth to feed, but despite this my parents were happy with the new addition to the family and hoped that she would bring some joy into our home which had already been absent.

One year ago, our lives changed when we moved into the lakefront dream home. Freshly engaged, we packed up our one bedroom apartment in sunny Florida and headed north. Happy to be closer to family and excited to begin a new chapter of our lives.

When I was three years old we moved to our current home in Hartford South Dakota. The only thing that was left for our to keep in our new home was an old Piano. After a few weeks of being settled in my mom would often be kept up at night with people being loud out side. She described the voices sounding like they were always just right outside our house on the street. She would just try to ignore it and go back to sleep. But one night they voices were way louder, but they conversations weren't so clear where she could make out what they were saying. It was mostly mumbling. She got out of bed and looked out side but there was no one outside, but voices got quieter. That is when she noticed it sounded as if they were coming from the vent on the floor, like from the down stairs. By brother, who was 7 or 8 at the time had his room in the basement so she thought to her self maybe he just had something playing in him room, would be very weird at this time of night, but its a possibility.

I am ready to move out, ever since I was growing I wanted travel and find out what my purpose is in life. I am healthy bacterium with a body shaped like an S and I have many tails (Hobbs et al., 1996). Today was the day I felt like I was destined somewhere else. All of a sudden I found myself swept and in a wet, cramped cave (Delahay and Rugge, 2012).I am surrounded by other types of creatures, I look around, I see white rocks, a wild pink worm tossing everything around towards the back. At the back there’s a pendulum hanging moving left to right. I knew that I had head towards the pendulum, my tails start tingling, and my body is starts to move. As I move closer to the pendulum I see a dark hole I panic and turn the other way; (Momtaz et al

About ten years ago my 3 year old son and I moved into a new house. Well, it was new to us, but it was actually a very old house. The inside of the house always seemed to be just a little darker and a little colder than it should be. I had noticed that the first time I went to view the house but as it was summer I figured it would save on cooling costs.

Growing up I never imagined I would find myself in the United States of America. I envisioned myself living in Cameroon and occasionally travel to various other countries. All thanks to my mom, I found myself moving to the USA at the age of 15 years. At that time, I had no idea my life will change drastically. I went from living more a comfortable life to struggling with my parents in a bedroom of an apartment. Starting a new life was very hard to take in, but I am thankful for a hard working mother, determined to make the best out of our new lives. In the process, I slowly began to shape into the person that I am today.

"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

When I was about 14 years old, my parents and I began packing up our house to prepare to move. We neatly packed our belongings into large cardboard boxes and plastic totes. Then, we hauled them to our new house. Before we knew it, our house was nothing more than an empty shell. Moving from our home taught me that it is good to change things up every once in awhile.

Mother and I moved to a fairly large house in the middle of Charleston, South Carolina. We moved right after my father died. My parents never got along so mother wasn’t very torn up about his passing. I am a sixteen year old girl, who’s name is Elizabeth, and it was not difficult for me to adjust to these changes. My parents were going to get a divorce soon so something like this was basically expected to happen sooner or later. He wasn’t always the best man. He was very vulgar and abusive most of the time he was around. It made me long for they days he never came home or for him to be gone. Maybe it was a good thing that we moved away and got away from all of those nightmares at our so called “home”.

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.

Today, I moved into Laura’s house. Laura was my neighbor back when we both lived in England. She is now twenty-seven, and married to a wealthy man, thus raising the class title she inherited. Last time I saw her, we were just children and wore our bright dresses everywhere. Now, she wears fancy gold dresses, and beautiful lace clothing. She is even allowed to vote, unlike me! She lives in a typical farmhouse, with only one large family room. There she cooks, eats, and in that same room her entire family sleeps. There is a large bed, and six trundle beds to for everyone else. I sleep in the extra bed in the attic. Every night, I have to climb a ladder just to get up there. She still owns the same farm she lived on when she first moved, because

I live with my boyfriend, Lucas and my amazing little sister, bria who is 3. My mom and dad passed away about 2 years ago. I still can’t tell my little sister what happened to mom and dad, she's too young. But I can tell you, It was February 3rd, 2015, my sister was 1, my parents left to go visit my aunt sarah in ohio because she was dealing with cancer. They left me in charge of the house and my sister for 2 days which I could easily deal with. My mom called me when they were boarding the plane on the way home saying they would be home in a few hours. “Ring ring”, was a haunting noise that i'm still scared of today. 3 am I hop out of bed and answer the phone wondering if my parents rental car broke down and that's why they weren't home, it was a police saying the plane had crashed right outside of the Georgia state line. I remember breaking down into tears dropping the phone not saying a word, I