Personal Narrative: Moving To A Home

And I also remember the day, when my parents informed me that we were moving. The plan was to move out from the clustered city of New York, and shift into the suburban setting of New Jersey. As a young child, I was startled and not sure if I was ready to be able to commit and abstained the thought. The thought of leaving my friends and the place where I grew up in all my life, irked me emotionally. With a new city, came a new house and a new environment.

When I was 11 years old I had moved from San Diego, California to Mount Juliet, Tennessee. It was a difficult challenge to face. I had to leave my friends I have been with since 5 years old to a place I have only visited once before in my life. Also the Environment was completely different. I have made a major change moving here.

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.

Moving schools and neighborhoods was when I first felt like a stranger in the village, but in this case it’s not a village. Attending my new school was so hard to get comfortable with, but I managed. I made friends instantly and made new memories. Unfortunately some problems with my dad didn’t change and he would try to meddle with my mom's life and control her still which wasn’t good for my mom.

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

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.

When I was a little kid we lived in Alabama.My dad had a job that involved moving around a lot. When we first moved I didn’t really like it, but I was also going excited because we were going somewhere new. Through out my life till now I have lived in seven different places. I visited many different towns and cities. I didn’t always agree/love moving. So here's my story.

Buying a home is the biggest decision that I can make. Once the decision is made, there are a lot of risks to be addressed include financial and environmental risks. At that time it required for me a deep look to. not only of risks related to mortgage interest rates and volatile home prices, but also other risks such as maintenance and renovation risks.

Getting a ride back was more trouble than it was worth, but Regan had gotten good at public transit, even if her prior experience before moving to the city had consisted of the school bus. Having a car again would be nice, someday, but now it was an expense of it in the city was one she didn't need. For now, there was PT, Uber, a taxi or friends when public transit or her feet didn't suffice. Her mind was filled with thoughts of Power Exchange and the shoot, and, of course, Matt, enough that she had no exact memories of the faces traveling alongside her, save that a couple had mistaken her inner smiles as outwardly directed, but a quick, distracted wave, a 'don't mind me' shrug, and she had made her escape, her sneakers (her heeled boots now residing in her shoulder bag) making little rubbery thumps upon pavement and grate while she hurried.

Relocating from an urban location to suburban setting was a life-changing occasion that altered me for the rest of my life. In 2005, my mother gave birth to my younger twin sisters, which influenced my parents’ decision that it was time to move our family from the city to the outskirts of Philadelphia. Although we knew that moving was the responsible thing to do, my brother and I acquired no interest to leave our home, friends, family, or our schools. Consequently, Ryan, my eldest brother, had a charismatic personality; therefore, he had several pals to whom he would have to say goodbye. In addition, as a little girl, I was sociable just as my brother and had various friends to say my farewells to as well. Moreover, my family and I were unaware

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.

By the time I finished seventh grade, I had a detailed, 10 year plan mapped out. I would take specific courses in high school, go to a nearby university, and get a career in pharmacy. A rigid and consistent schedule gave me a sense of stability and security. It wasn’t until my eighth grade promotion did I realize the implications of this fixed-mindset. My father surprised my sister and I by saying that we were moving to Wisconsin, in one week.

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