Personal Narrative: Moving To Atlanta

Moving is not fun whether it is changing houses, cities, and of course states. Having to throw all your belongings into giant cardboard boxes, having to help wrap all the dishes in the entire house with bubble wrap, and watching all your furniture slowly disappearing from the house can drive you mad. Especially if you just turned seven years old and are moving from your home town of Nashville, Tennessee to the bustling city of Atlanta, Georgia.

We found out about my mom finding a better job a few months before the end of the school year. We planned on moving soon after my sister and I got out of school for the summer. We were all pretty devastated that we had to leave Vero Beach, Florida. It was pretty much the only home I ever had, except for the year or two I lived in Fort Pierce, Florida, but that was when I was only one and two. After that, we moved to Vero Beach. For the next seven or eight years, we lived in Vero Beach, till we had to move of course. Soon after we found out about my mom finding a better job we began

Living in a large city was a good experience for me and taught me a lot. You can meet a lot of interesting people, and see a lot of amusing sites for fun, social outings. Every kid or person that moves around a lot, hopes to end up in an city like Atlanta at least once. I got that chance, with my only bad experience coming from being enrolled in the DeKalb County School System. In the end, I enjoy living in Atlanta, and I find the big city life a better fit for

When you envision a place called Twin City you may think about it being a big place, I

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

Have you ever had to try something new? Has it been hard? Well, when I moved to Greenbrier, Arkansas I went through hard times with doing new things. It was very difficult. If you have ever moved, you understand what I mean.

I pray all is well with you and that you’re staying dry this weekend. I wanted to write to you just to be open about life for me right now. We had a conversation a few weeks back about me moving to Miami, FL and as time has passed I am more convinced that it is important that if possible, that I should make the move. As a disciple of Jesus Christ, my purpose in life is to seek and save those that are lost – to share my faith and help those who desire live for God to do so. I have been asked by my church (which has been my sole support since moving to Gainesville) to move to Miami on a supplemental mission team to help strengthen the church that was planted about one year ago now. I have prayed about this multiple times and each time I ask God

Roughly four years ago I moved to Buffalo with my mom and two sisters, best move ever. Before then I had lived in Rochester, or to be more specific, Brockport. My childhood house was big and gray. It had a huge yard and very long driveway. However, my house in Brockport is not my home. I call home my green and white Tudor styled Kenmore house. It has a small green yard and a short driveway. It has been the best part of my life because of all the opportunities that were missed out on when you live so far away. Here in Buffalo I have the opportunity to go the high school where my mom, aunts, grandma, cousins, and sisters all graduated from. For now my job is going to that high school, but the second I turn sixteen, I will be working as a cashier at the dashes down the street from my home, a little family tradition. The reason I moved though, is hands down the most awful thing to happen to me or that can happen to a little kid, like I was at the time.

So in October of 2014, I made a decision that I wanted more out of life and decided to move to Columbia, S.C. It has been an adventure and decided I could not have been more proud of. I am a country girl from a small town of Newberry County with country fields, historical buildings, apartment complex, and the joys of knowing everyone in the town. I have always wanted to get out of the small town and have desired to see and experience what else life had to offer in another city, even though it is only thirty to forty-five minutes from my hometown, I consider it a new beginning and start in my success of life.

On the move back up, we some more thing to bring, more than we had one the move south. We had to live somewhere else besides in my grandparent’s house but didn’t want to and weren’t able to drop a bunch of money on a house so we bought a 28 foot towable travel trailer. For the next 7 months that’s

My mom wanted to move to Indiana and my dad wanted a cat. My mom didn't want to take Shadow on the long drive, so we ended up giving Shadow to my dad. My mom and I moved to Indiana. When we got here I still really wanted a cat and really missed shadow. My mom got me a surprise that we still have today! She got me a new cat named Sylvester! He is a short haired tuxedo cat. I remember getting him and being so happy I had another cat.

I had heard endless stories of my family that lived in Tulsa, but my 10-year-old self never would have imagined that I would come face to face with them. Especially not like this. I spent my entire life moving from city to city, state to state, how could my dad even think about settling down now? And in Tulsa of all places? It was moving day and I knew I could not put off meeting them any longer. As the movers scurried around the house, I anxiously waited in the driveway for my family to arrive. That’s when I saw them coming down the road, five black cars, 10 aunts and uncles and 17 cousins that had been figures of my imagination until this very moment. As the car doors swung open, my mind immediately pictured a clown car as I watched the people pour out of the car. Although everything I had heard made them seem crazy, my heart was racing as I felt a sense of excitement rush over me.

Atlanta, the center of the world. Jewel of the Carolinian federation. That’s what everyone calls it.

One day, I was in my house, In my room doing nothing but just playing my Xbox one S until suddenly my mom calls me for dinner I put down my controller headset and began to walk downstairs got my food then looked at the TV. “Hello, Bill Cosby here on Fox 5 news in Atlanta, just in scientist at the Fernbank science center claims that the oldest rock on Earth still buried somewhere submerged in metro-Atlanta and it’s worth a jaw-dropping 4.2 billion dollars!”. Sayed the news anchor.

I had grown very attached to our place in Washington and was very sad to leave it. That would be the seventh time my family moved since I was born. Moving upset me everytime, even if I wanted to move something always held me back from moving forward. But I could not let my family down and I knew it was for the better.