Personal Narrative: Moving To My Parent Home

It was a sad and dark afternoon when I had to give away my dog because we were going to move with my aunt because we couldn't stay in my old house.

It had been along time since something new had entered my world. Amongst the ruins of our space elevator, I sat, head bowed, and payed my respects to a whole civilization lost. The rusted steel and crumbled mortar only amplified my grief. Rotating my mandibles I rose, and scuttled out into the hive proper, or what was left of it. There used to be noise, movement all accross our home, the workers furthering the goals of our Mother, the advisors contstatly planning our expansion into all of the fertile worlds of our system. Now, as I move through the entrance mound, there is only silence, and the sound of my chitin clicking harshly against the floor, echoing in a way I had once found eirie.

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.

6 years ago i move to america with my parents. since i can’t speak any english my first america life is just stay at home.do same thing all day every day.

A challenging situation I had faced was moving with my family from North Carolina to Virginia. My parents told me that we were moving due to my stepdad retiring from the military and finding a new job in Virginia. We had been living in North Carolina for seven and a half years so I had spent most of my life in that small town. I was twelve at the time, so when my parents told me we were moving I remember I cried because everything I knew was there. All my memories and friends had been made in that place and I did not want to leave that. I think everything happens for a reason and that this was meant to provide a new experience. Also from that situation, it gave me a better understanding of myself. It brought me closer to my family, showed me

September 27th 2009. I was on my dad’s weekend and my mom was in the hospital for a weeks. I would visit her every day and sometimes bring her flowers. But on september 27th I woke up and walked into my living room and my dad was sitting on the couch looking sad. I asked what was wrong and then a knock was heard on the door it was my step dad and half brother. My step dad had puffy eyes he was crying. He told me to sit down and my brother came out and sat next to me. My dad looked at us and he spoke up your mother had just passed this morning. I was shocked I was hurt I was scared.I didn’t know if i should cry or run away. I’ve learned that losing someone you love is tough.

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.

Jessica just moved out of her hometown to move to Florida. Her mother enrolled her to a local High School from where she lives. She was very excited to go because she wanted to make new friends and have a fresh start. She is very pretty and outgoing so she instantly made friends and had got the attention of almost all the football team. Katie the caption of the cheerleader did not like her because she thought Jessica was going to take her boyfriend. She told her friends to tweet about Jessica and say mean stuff about her so Jessica can move back. Her friends listen and told other people to say bad things about Jessica. People soon stopped hanging out with her and she was devastated. Everyday their will be people commenting and saying hurtful

In the summer of 2008, my family moved into Laurel, Maryland. An old friend of my father invited us to come over to his house to meet each other's family and talk about old times. Their family wasn't big compared to our family; I have 2 brothers and 2 sisters while he had 2 daughters. His daughters invited me and my siblings to play soccer in their backyard. We agreed without hesitation. We couldn't split into even teams since it was 7 kids playing. So we decided that me and my older brother would be a team since we had more skills in the game. It was an extremely competitive game between us, I was pushed to my limit when suddenly I saw a stream of lights flicker throughout my eyes and collapsed. My initial reaction was to breath, but my

Maybe one day you'll see that I loved you, but you decided to push me away. I wanted nothing more than to be here for you, I wanted to be your shoulder. But you didn't want that; I'm sorry you lost the baby, but I lost her as well. You wanted to carry the pain on your shoulders alone, you didn't want me involved. I could see it every time you looked at me. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry, but I'm moving back to DC I think it's for the best. I'll always love you, but I'm not going to watch you destroy yourself anymore. -- The dirty blonde hair man spoke pressing his lips against the head of the broken brunette. The brunette that looked all, but defeated for all purposes. -- You've been my life for 5 years, I've loved you since I laid eyes

It has been over a week since I found out about the little thing that is growing inside me. I’ve been a wreck all week long. When I got home last Sunday, I just told Keith that it was a stomach bug. I think he has noticed that I have not got better yet. I knew he would eventually get curious, just not that fast. He came up to me this morning, and I bursted into tears. So, I finally told him… and he had a completely different response. When I first told him, I kept babbling on, and on. I told him that we did not have to keep it if he did not want it. I told him that if I decided to keep it, that I would just move home to New York. All those things actually made him mad. He asked me how I could ever want to give our miracle away. He said that

I was raised in an untraditional home. My mother was a teenage parent and my father was older with two children of his own when I was born. Eventually I would have three more siblings join the family. My parents struggled tremendously to care for six children, which forced them to worked several jobs each to provide the necessitates. Providing health care for a family of eight was beyond what my parents could afford even while working two job each, however state medical assistance made sure we each had the care we needed. My parents demanding work load shifted the responsibility of caring for my siblings on me. The financial stress my parents faced continued as I approached college. My decision on which undergraduate university I would attend

My father never had to think much when my mother was here other than go to work and come home. She did all of the caretaking responsibilities around the house and with me. When my dad saw all of these things that he had to do he froze. All of his responsibilities fell through his hands as he sat on the couch depressed. This led me to take action; I began to ask help of my family members to help teach him to pay the bills. This did not last, but one year after we almost lost our home. I took charge of this when I was fifteen I knew how to pay bills, taxes, and take care of a home and my father. Since I have been a child of a single parent I have learned not only the responsibilities of a home but also of how to take care of

My parents divorced when I was five, so I was raised in a single parent home by my mother. My aunt and mother both instilled in me what it means to be a strong, independent, God fearing woman. From the time I was born I attended church regularly, praise dancing and singing in the choir. Being able to touch someone while ministering the word of God is one of the greatest privliges I’ve had.