Personal Narrative: Moving To A New Home

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.

Can you imagine being pulled from the only place you have known and loved, and being placed in completely new surroundings? It is not the easiest transition I can tell you that. I’m talking about moving, more specifically, the moment I found out. I was eight years old at the time. I remember my parents coming in and breaking the news to me. Their reason was we simply could not afford to drive back and forth so much. We lived in Peoria, Oklahoma and had been for roughly 7 years. So for most of my life I had lived here. My Dad worked for Pepsi at the time and also was the Chief fireman for the Peoria Fire Department. My Mom worked at Galena’s high school and because of this my sister and I went to school there. The commute to work & school everyday

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.

Moving can be a pain in the neck! Everyone can relate to this. The pain has spread to my entire body as i was moving halfway across the world alone!! My two roommates, Luna and Lotus weren't coming along because they wanted to enjoy living in Italy a little while longer. I already got sick and tired of Italy. I was pretty excited when we first moved to Italy. However, the spark died fast because i already knew the place like the back of my hand. Lotus wanted to stay because she wanted to buy for own trip. Luna had enough money for own trip, but she always took forever to pack her stuff up.

It was April 19th, 1957. I got onto my bus, the number 48 bus, as usual after a hard day at the Chrysler factory in Detroit, Michigan. I sat in the whites section, in my usual seat by the window so I could see the town moving at high speed as I drove through the bowels of the city. I’ve been working for Chrysler for 42 years, ever since I was 17 years old. I’ve watched this town grow ever since my first day on the job, when I got on this same bus. I’d gone from a simple, small-minded floor worker to being the entire plant manager in my years, and the town had grown with the factory. Detroit went from a no-name town to a booming, growing town with great economic promise. The bus made a few stops, gobbling up and spitting out people with every

Moving out of your comfort zone is difficult. When being used to certain people and certain things, then having to get up one day and all is changed is challenging. A new city means one will have to adapt to the way things are around the community. In my ninth grade year of high school, I moved to Vicksburg, Mississippi. Moving to a new town or city is hard. It is a good experience, but it is also a dreadful one for some. Moving back to Vicksburg, Mississippi has affected me in various ways.

The day I turned 17 I thought I had my life planned out. I had counted on graduating early and moving to New York City. Overall in my life I was told to make a plan and stick to it, I got caught up in living in the future and forgot to think about the present. Senior year was supposed to be easy and fly by, and it did, but I wasn’t happy with the outcome. As the end of my last semester in high school approached I found myself dreading it and kept asking myself “this is it?”.

Moving to another house has both gains and losses. The good thing about this move is having a fresh start on things and meeting new people. The reason this came about was that my mom had another kid so we out grew our old house. I have never moved before so it was hard packing up our stuff and moving. I had only seen the house once before we moved and it was really big, so it was overwhelming. I was very nervous and overwhelmed about the move because I didn't know how I was going to adapt to this new house. On the other hand I was excited because I had never lived in a pretty big house before and my room was huge! Moving to another neighborhood would probably change my

Please, know that my mother who has moved into my home this past summer has had a heart attack and was taken to Baptist Hospital this past Wednesday and then released yesterday with the prognosis not good. Honestly, I've had no downtime with the friends and family around. I realized early this morning that I missed the deadline for Chapter 7, Connect Exercise 7 and recall that you do not reopen up assignments. However, taking the initiative and completed all 6 steps that I spent a good 3 hours on and scored 100/100. My hopes are that you would allow me that grade. I thought I would just

While Larry and Martha slept, Alex headed to the kitchen. Steve was already there, eating.

“Please fasten your seatbelts and place your tray tables in the upright position.” This sentence rang in my ears for years. Growing up, I moved around constantly. I was on a plane multiple times in a year. I remember looking down into the green rolling hills and seeing the beautiful suburban neighborhoods. I would imagine myself in a house with a spacious backyard filled with trees. I read books filled with stories of tire swings and best friends next door. I spent much of my childhood longing for a permanent home. The environment I was raised in was constantly changing. ‘Home’ to me was different every three months. My journey started when I moved from India to America when I was three. This was the largest culture shock for me. I spent a good year in New York, learning about the American lifestyle until I was whisked away to Pennsylvania. From there, I lived in Virginia, Michigan, North Carolina, Ohio, Oregon, Louisiana, and finally Kansas.

Being Adopted For being only 18, I have had to face many challenges in my life, but the most significant one to me has been being adopted at the age of three. “Family is not defined by our genes, it is built and maintained through love.” (Amalia G.) Even though adoption comes with challenges such as adapting into a new home, being separated from siblings, and dealing with biological parents, I truly believe these moments are worth overcoming to find happiness. One of the struggles I faced at three years old was adjusting into a new home. I was moved in and out of foster care since I was born, so I found it very hard staying in one house. When I was placed with my adoptive parents, I did not know how to act or behave. I was a wild and rambunctious

Have you ever been forced to relocate without having a choice ? It’s not pleasing. It was mid March in 2014 and it was still somewhat wintry in Chicago at the time. I arrived at home after an extensive day at school, completed my homework, and unwound with tv. Shortly, it was time for dinner so I headed to the dining table. My parents requested for me to have a seat and I just knew something was up.

Moving the day after Christmas as a six year old was very exciting. After being there for eight years it definitely developed into a better place. We remodeled our small kitchen so it looks like it’s in the right decade. After that we replaced our bathroom. We laid new floors throughout the house, remodeled the basement, and went through three different colors of the walls in my room. Even after all the changes everything is still getting better.

Today I moved into a new apartment after being kicked out of my old apartment for failure to pay rent. I had a few roommates at my old apartment I think it is there fault for getting me kicked out. I was a great tenet! They were the ones that never payed rent on time and had those parties that were so loud. I didn’t do anything, sometimes I would hand out invitations but it is not my fault people came to the get together. Besides I hate parties and would just sit in a corner all night. I’m actually glad I got kicked out I hated that apartment anyways. There was a baby next door and I could hear it cry and laugh all the time. It drove me insane, I would always bang on the wall and tell it to shut up. I bet that kid’s parents complained too.