Personal Narrative: Moving To Ohio

Moving from the South to the Midwest was a huge change in my life. For my whole life I grew up to the southern hospitality and the tang of salt in the air since the beach was always less than 5 minutes away wherever I lived. Now I moved to a place where they flip you off to say hi, and the closest thing to an ocean is a sea of grass that seems to go on forever. Although I am now adapted to the change for the most part, it took me awhile to break in to the social norms of an average Midwest kids.

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.

Imagine yourself on a road trip to a place where the weather is different and the places are new to you. In a place where you only know family and no one else. A feeling like no other, that’s what I felt, knowing I was going to live in this new place.

Me and my family decided to move to Oregon all the way from New England I decided to keep a journal for the adventure we have to pack before we leave though my 18 year old son Bernard told us to bring his xylophone and I Charles Marvin Ives wanted to bring an anvil in case I need to fix or make anything with metal or use our spare parts we brought even though I have no experience as a blacksmith because I'm a farmer. My wife Samantha Packed the bacon, salt, and whiskey and we all had to lift the water keg. I decided to bring my shovels and hammer and some salt for the bacon. We're bringing pots and other cooking utensils as well. My oldest son, Carl who's 20 years old thought it was a good idea to bring a plow. We will also need some firewood

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.

Since I moved to Waukesha when I was just five years old, I have learned to appreciate and get involved in several ways around this city. Recently, however, I got accepted to my dream school; UW-Madison. I was ecstatic to finally have the opportunity to leave the town I had spent almost all of my life in and start a new chapter somewhere else.

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 people move around to different states throughout their life, and I have had the opportunity to live in what feels like two different worlds. I have spent most of my life in Bradenton, Florida, but at the age of ten I moved to the small town of Cleveland in the north east Georgia mountains. The two towns are completely different in my opinion and only someone who has lived there would completely understand what I mean when I say two different worlds. The weather, the people, and the different opportunities are just a few of the differences between the two towns.

On October 5, 2010, my mom made the permanent decision to move to Iowa from Indiana. I was very nervous. I knew I had to switch schools, I had spent three years at that school getting to know everyone and getting used to the school, but now it was time to leave not only the school but also the state. While on the road, I couldn’t concentrate. We’ve been to Iowa numerous times so I knew the drive quite well. I ended up going to sleep by worrying myself so much.

“I never really wanted to go to Cleveland”, but I was looking online and I saw a huge mansion for sale. I called up my buddies that is on my professional basketball team and told them that I was searching online, and told them that I found a mansion for sale and asked them since we play basketball in Cleveland, we should live in Cleveland. I asked my buddies Braxton and Cade if the wanted to live in a mansion in Cleveland. They said they will think about it. A couple of weeks later, they called back and said, “were moving to Cleveland baby”! Man I was so exited. I told them to meet me at my hour in about an hour with their suitcases and furniture. I booked my personel pilot and told him to pick us up from the Wissconson airport. I told my

What a beautiful morning ella thought as she looked at the time she wondered why her parents were and why they didn’t wake her up for school was her dog duke in her room he’s never in her room ever. She quickly got downstairs and saw something on the fridge. It was a note and it said ella I know this is unexpected but we will be gone for a few hours sorry baby see you later. Hmmm I wonder where they went she thought.

So it began. She had me pose in front of the red and yellow flowers that sat on the old, brown table, just outside our front door. The pristine white of the railing glowed to my right. I was wearing the closest thing my mom could get to a school uniform. It was an ill-fitting, plaid-blue dress over about three white shirts, the outermost of which had long, hot sleeves. I hated how the awkward dress felt scratchy on my legs and how my stockings were far too tight. My frizzy, brown hair tickled my neck. I hated that I felt every layer of fabric as it pushed the dress out. I could tell it made me look like a blueberry. I just knew

I use to live in Ohio I was not thrilled about living there but I met some great people while living there. I’ve also lived in several states such a New York, New Jersey and Maryland but prefer to live in the south because of the warm weather and best of all no snow. I’m actually thinking about my next move but I’m not sure where to yet I still have a few years to go since I won’t be moving until my son graduates High School. I commend you being enthusiastic about education it is a key that will open many doors there is nothing more rewarding than being able to share knowledge with other individuals. I look forward learning from your

Ohio is my favorite place I have been. There are so many things to do, and I have a lot of family in Ohio. We did many things together and spent a lot of time together. I had a lot of fun with my family and I hope to go back soon.

Growing up in a small village in northeast Ohio called, Jefferson, there were not as many opportunities for any life-changing moments. In the year 2009, my mother told my brother, sister, and I that we were moving to Newark, Ohio. Thinking negative about it back then, veruses looking back now, I would not change it for anything. Moving to Newark changed my life forever because I needed to make new friends, wanted a job at 16, but most importantly met my fiancé with a unique background story.