Personal Narrative: Moving To Georgia

I just thought it was a state of strictly farmers and cows, but it just happened to have a large military fort that my dad was getting stationed to. My whole family was in shock when he told us we had to move to Kansas of all places. We were all pretty upset about the situation, but my dad and I didn’t compare to my mom and sister. My mom and sister were notorious for being beach bums, as they would sit out in the sand for the whole day only coming inside to refill drinks or get something to eat. They were out in the sun so much that their hair turned from dark brown to an almost dirty blonde, and their skin was almost as dark as their hair. As for my dad and I, we were white as sour cream other than our arms and legs as we enjoyed the beach in modesty from our deck. On top of the tan lines we both shared, we looked exactly alike. Both dirty blonde hair and same facial structure, but my dad was 6’2” with biceps the size of my head and I was just a 10 year old. We didn’t seem as upset about the move because we both had the interest of moving somewhere different. As we packed our things and said our goodbyes, I never thought about the deeper changes in my life that I would have to

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.

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.

A wise man once said, "Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not." I have always planned for the future then sometimes it's not as I expected it to be. I used to live in Raleigh, North Carolina and thought I would be there forever. I never really thought about moving as a result it didn’t bother me until one day. I was told we are moving to South Carolina, I honestly thought that it was the worst thing ever. Change may not be as bad as you might think it is. Who knows, you may like change better.

Have you ever gone to a place to visit? Where have you been? What did you do there? I would like to go back to Florida, because last time I was there I was very little. My grandma and grandpa use to live there. In Florida there are lots of places to go and lots of things to do. My favorite things about Florida is fishing in the Gulf of Mexico, the different animals you can see, and the warm weather.

Hola fellow classmates. I am Michelle and look forward to working with all of you over the next 8 weeks. My area of study is in accounting and delighted to finally learn Spanish. I currently reside in gloomy Ohio and look forward to moving south after my daughter finishes this year of school. Learning the Spanish language is going to be truly helpful in communicating once I move to Florida. Unfortunately, I cannot recall a time that I have experienced a different cultural introduction. Now that I must think about the people that I have encountered in my life, and the greetings that I have had with them, they all seemed to have used the standard introduction of shaking hands. Greetings to my family and friends is a hug and kiss on the

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

Where one grows up affects their lifestyle and character; one’s surroundings shape his or her outlook on the world. Many people always say when growing up in the city one will be used to a diverse, hasty going, and exhilarating life; while growing up in the country one will be used to a deliberate, steadier, and bucolic life. Although moving to Mississippi was a dramatic alteration, I can explicitly acknowledges the menaces–death, robberies, and fights–encountered growing up in the city. Therefore, moving to the south may have been a better alternative involving my physical well-being, regardless of the many emotional struggles. Moving down south to Mississippi from Illinois showed me the struggles of coping with racism and prejudice people,

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.

I moved to Connecticut in the September of 2008 because my Dad had a job transfer. This was around the time that I started the second grade. I was introduced to so many people and they were all so nice to me. Six years later, I made countless friends and started to feel like Connecticut was where I wanted to stay forever. But in December of 2014, my Dad got a phone call from a company in South Jersey and they wanted him to work for them. At first, he worked 3 days in Camden, and the rest of the week in Connecticut. That was difficult though because we did not get to see him as often as we wanted to. My parents then sat my brother and I down and asked us if we wanted to move to South Jersey. I did not know what to think. After six years, I loved living in Connecticut and I wanted to stay there. They told us that it would be a lot easier to move down to Jersey instead of my dad traveling every week. My brother and I both agreed that this is what we are going to have to do. I can still remember that day though. It seemed liked the world was going to a scorching end. At least my world was. I started to tell my friends that

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

When I was only four years old, my life changed forever. It was the year I moved to North Carolina. My dad’s friend got him a job opportunity that he simply couldn’t give up. So, he quit his job and found a nice rental house to live in. I had moved before but I don’t remember. I moved from Indiana to North Carolina with my brother my cat and my parents. When I moved to North Carolina, I was aware of what was happening, but I never realized how different everything would be. The house we moved into we only lived in for a year, but it was a pretty hectic year.

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.

Atlanta's journey was coming to a end it was time to move back to my home to where I was born. It was sad to say goodbye to my second home, I was sad to say goodbye to my family and to the friends I had made, I knew there was a reason we had to go but it was time for a new change. Boxes where all around me as I had to leave the memories in that apartment. My family from Boston came and helped us drive everything to the city I was about to call home again. I piled in the car along with man man as i said bye to my mom and little brother doobie as they stayed behind. The next 19 hours my life was going to change. I was greeted by the moon again as it followed my car until I reached Boston,

In life have you ever been stuck in a sticky situation, lost between two paths? You want to take both but you can’t. You have to make a choice soon or later. These past few months have been really rough for me. In December 2017, my mom and brother have been looking for another plant job. Somehow my brother stumbled upon a job in Savannah, Georgia. When my mom first told me about the job she said it was in Atlanta, Georgia. She asked my sister and I would we want to move to Atlanta with her when she gets the job. Of course, I said yes, my favorite group “The Migos” lives in Atlanta. Not long afterwards she texted me and said the job is in Savannah, Ga not Atlanta. At this point, I was a little upset because I started looking for houses and colleges in Atlanta. I did a little research and found out that Atlanta is two hours away from Savannah. Shortly, I realized it doesn’t make sense for my sister and I to switch schools because they are only going to