Personal Narrative: Moving To A Better Place

Moving from the South to the Midwest was a huge change in my life. For my whole life I grew up to the southern hospitality and the tang of salt in the air since the beach was always less than 5 minutes away wherever I lived. Now I moved to a place where they flip you off to say hi, and the closest thing to an ocean is a sea of grass that seems to go on forever. Although I am now adapted to the change for the most part, it took me awhile to break in to the social norms of an average Midwest kids.

“Times of transition are strenuous, but I love them. They are an opportunity to purge, rethink priorities, and be intentional about new habits. We can make our new normal any way we want”. -Kristin Armstrong. When I heard this quote it reminds me of a specific time in my life when I moved to another country. There are a couple of events that helped me become who I am now.

Moving to the states was a huge deal for me, since I have lived in Germany for 12 years. When my dad told me we were moving, I ran upstairs to my room and immediately called my friend Sina to tell her about it. This news broke my heart because I would have to leave my friends and not see them for a while. It was very difficult to leave my friends, but after a few months I got used to it. “Party in the U.S.A.” makes me think about being scared of people judging me and to just go with what others are doing.

Just recently, I found out I was moving to another state. Knowing I have to leave everything behind was awful. I was halfway through eighth grade, starting the second semester, and I was doing great. My grades were all A’s and I was happy there with all my friends, Amber, Marianna, and Makayla. Our house was decent, my sister and I both had our own rooms anything I would ever wish for. My dad had been promoted to another job, where he was going to get paid more than what he was currently earning. It was an amazing opportunity for my family. I was glad for my dad, but I still felt bad for myself.

One of biggest unknowns I have faced in life would most likely be the time I moved to a different state for the first time. I was from a particularly hot state and that state was Georgia, to a colder state up north which was Indiana. Even though I live in Georgia know I am originally from Indiana and I moved from there when I was 2 months years old. I remember this summer because there was a heat wave that summer and my mom, my brother, and I were staying with my grandma who didn't have A/C.

So, after the interview I was once again called by the Grocery Manager before reaching my house and he told me I had the job to be there the next day for training.Before landing the job I now have I was interviewed by an ENT facility. I interviewed with the office manager, the interview went very well and I was confident she really thought highly of me and knew that I was very knowledgeable about the type of work. She had called me for a second interview by the physician at the practice but, he was too busy that day so she went through all the job descriptions for the position, and I am almost positive she could read my body language because she was not interested that I was in school for my bachelor’s degree and she made no beans about what she expected even if it interferes with my schooling. Before I left the office, she had told me I had the job. When I reached home I called her and told her thanks for thinking of me for the position, but it would interfere with my continuing education. I could tell by the tone in her voice she was

I was nine years old when I moved to California from Japan, all the way across the world. Moving to California was quite possibly the weirdest experience that has happened to me as a child. Trying to move from a place that I pretty much spent my life in than literally going across the world without knowing anything about it was very foreign to me, however my parents used to live in california for about one or two decades.

4,097 people. That was the population of Centralia Missouri in 2011. Moving had never been an issue for me, when your dad is in the military you get used to it. This time it was different than any other time. My parents were divorcing and my mom was forcing me to move to a town with only 4,097 people opposed to my home in Virginia with 225,401 people.

Many of the harsh dilemmas I encountered that were directly related to me conceding to abuse alcohol, existed well in advance of my decision to relocate to Atlanta, Ga. In fact, from what I'm able to ascertain by way of reliable sources, including my wife, is that my primary motive for leaning more towards this decision was to find help for the perils and perplexed conditions in which my life had twirled into. Initially, though I was unable to interpret the chaotic turn of events, or the uncivil behaviors I came to embrace, it appeared that everyone else around me were solely aware of them and were also jointly convinced that the only way out for me was to seek professional guidance. Their wrath about me drinking as heavily as I did were

I was born on October 23rd, 1999 very early in the morning the very first person to carry me was my dad. When I two years old me and my mom moved to Las Vegas, and lived there for about 6 years then soon move back to California. That was in early the early 2000’s when that happened . Few years past by then my sister was born June 23rd, 2005. I was staying with my cousin at the time until she was born then I went to see my sister on the day she was born.

Before I moved to Canton, I lived in Wethersfield CT. One day during late summer when I was around 6 years old there was a bad thunderstorm. It ended up turning into a storm with tornadoes. My dad was in the middle of mowing the lawn and suddenly came inside, which is unusual because he likes to finish what he starts. When he came in he said that the sky didn't look right. My mom stood near the stove making chicken salad sandwiches with a worried look on her face.

Growing up in a small town near the border of Arizona, I had always displayed an interest in seeing the world–the different cities and sceneries. But at the same time, I felt at home in Arizona. I breathed for the desert air, the grinched-colored cacti, and the occasional roadrunners. Imagine my surprise when I found out, shortly after my parents split, I was moving to New York City.

It was June of 2013 and I was in my room cooling, watching “Good Luck Charlie”. My mom came into my room saying that she was ready to move out of New York. Obviously I did not want to move out of the city I was born in. My mom never liked living in New York, so she always thought about moving. So the plan was to move in August. Time went by and I was thinking about what North Carolina would be like. I really wasn’t thinking about the friends I was leaving in Brooklyn, that never crossed my mind.

If I could live anywhere in the world and money wasn’t an issue I imagine myself to move to New York City, nowhere specifically I just know that I would live in NYC in what seems the world’s smallest apartment with massive windows that let lots of sunlight through.

I graduated from nursing school at Rockingham Community College in May of 1998. I had applied to the Operating Room and the manager felt that I could be of help to them working in the Endoscopy suite until I took and passed my Nursing Boards. I took my Nursing Boards in July and began my career as a Nurse in August of 1998 in the Operating Room. According to Berens (2000), nearly half of all hospitals have reduced orientation programs of newly-graduated nurses, and once hired, new nurses receive an average of 30 days of training in contrast with the three months of training provided by hospitals as little as five years ago. Some recent changes have been made to the process, such as time in hands-on skills labs, computer-based testing, and longer orientations. However, as a new nurse with five years of CNA experience, I still felt a reality shock. I was given an opportunity of a lifetime, but felt, as in Benner’s model in accordance with Creasia and Friberg (2011), I was “unable to use discretionary judgment” (p.60). My preceptor had surgery just before I began to work there, so we were unable to do a lot in the actual O.R. setting and they had hired several Certified Scrub