Personal Narrative: Moving Into My Home

The panic of 1907 and the Great Recession of 2007-2009 has both been major economic events in the United States economic history. This paper compares and contrasts these two major events and enables us to understand importance of certain financial institutions and regulations during troubled times in the financial sector. In this paper, both panics of 1907 and 2007 are historically analyzed and compared.

Scandinavian Paganism, more commonly known as Norse Mythology, was a popular polytheistic religion during the Anglo-Saxon time period. It is believed to have been derived from the culture of Germanic Paganism. According to Norse Mythology, at the center of the universe lies the greatest ash tree, known as Yggdrasil, whose roots and branches spread across the universe connecting each of the nine realms of Aesir, giants, and Niflheim. The world was believed to have been created by the body of Ymir, a giant that was killed and dismembered by the first gods. His flesh created the earth, his bones formed the mountains, and his blood filled the seas.

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.

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.

In The Canterbury Tales the General Prologue, Chaucer’s use of satire helps us as the reader to understand the social classes and their flaws. Chaucer uses satire to shows us the corruption, because you can't speak out about the upper class or the church, or the king will have you killed. His satire helps us to understand how corrupt the world was at the time. The characters who help us understand the social classes the most, would be the Parson and the Frier.

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.

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.

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

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

Justin made my first home purchase extremely simple, and was very attentive throughout the whole process. I had so many questions and he took his time to answer all of them. I can honestly say without his help and guidance i would have had to wait until next year to make my first home purchase. Even after closing he treats me with the same level of respect as he did from the beginning when i reach out. i highly recommended his services if you are looking for someone as dedicated as you in making the purchase of your new home easy and quick.

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.

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

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”.

Staying out of trouble, being able to finish high school and move onto a 4 year college are just some of the things I want to be able to accomplish in my lifetime to show my family I was able to do so. It’s been 16 years since I’ve been able to see my father’s face and it’s an image of his face that is permanently stuck in my head and I doubt it’ll ever leave. It all started as a simple run to the store to him never coming back home and till this day I’m still waiting on him to come home. As days went by I realized I was never going to see his face again. At the funeral it still did not sit well with me, this is the last time I was going to be able to touch, see, ever hear him speak to me. “Goodmorning baby girl, see you when I get back” is