Personal Narrative: Moving To Virginia

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.

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.

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

I was nine years old when I moved to California from Japan, all the way across the world. Moving to California was quite possibly the weirdest experience that has happened to me as a child. Trying to move from a place that I pretty much spent my life in than literally going across the world without knowing anything about it was very foreign to me, however my parents used to live in california for about one or two decades.

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,

June sixteenth two thousand and sixteen. There I was in my bed crying uncontrollably. I did not know whether I was crying over the fact that my mom was moving to North Carolina, or the fact that I am being forced to grow up in a matter of twelve hours. For seventeen years my hand has been held, and I have been led through life by my parents; I have never had to worry about the simple things like doing my laundry, making dinner, or driving myself where I needed to be. After all of the sacrifices my mom has made for my family the past eighteen years, it was her turn to put herself first. She was offered a promotion, and it was not my place to tell her to turn it down.

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

My change is about when I moved to Washington from Indiana. When my real dad dropped use off at our drop off spot. We want to a store, and got a drink. After that we started to drive away, I was so many emotions. The reasons for these emotions because I was moving closer to my family, I was losing my friends.My step-dad as driving the u hale and my mom was in the truck with me, my brothers, and my grandma was in the u hale with my step-dad. We also had a two cat's in cages and a turtle which was in a small cage with a tiny bit of water. We stopped at a lot of rest stops at first. I heard my mom say "we need gas" or " call your dad and tell him to stop there."

“Honey pack your things” my mother told me while packing her things but not only clothes but stuff from the house which made me confused.

West Virginia has always been a part of my life, although I am not a resident. When I think of the state the first things that come to mind are college, beauty, and friends. My family has had ties for many years to West Virginia. My mother attended West Virginia Wesleyan College and my relation to the state grew stronger when I chose to attend WVWC. In the past three years I have become enamored with the state and all it has to offer. The pure, wild, beauty of the state is something I will never forget. From orienteering to the top of Spruce Knob with other students in the honor’s program to white water rafting the lower Gauley River with my roommates, I have enjoyed exploring West Virginia. During my time in West Virginia I have learned more

It all started in April 2012, when my dad got laid off from his job. In the beginning, we were all upset, but confident that my dad would quickly find another job, and we would be okay. And then a few months passed, and no one even wanted an interview. Then a few more months passed. He had gotten a couple interviews by then, but none of them ever called back. Things were starting to get desperate. Money was running out, and we had to resort to getting Food Stamps. Pretty soon, we wouldn't even be able to afford rent. Finally, when we were starting to lose hope, an old family friend, Red, reached out and offered to let us stay with him and his wife, Tracy, until we could get back on our feet. We were reluctant to leave, considering that we

I saw my mom sitting on the couch of the living room with her iPad on her lap. “What are you doing?” I questioned. “I'm looking for dogs to adopt.” My mom said. My eyes lit up! I already had a dog, Lucy, but she would never play with us. She would just lie around all day. My mom and I were recently talking about getting a new dog so Lucy would have someone to play with. “We don’t need another

My mother’s voice must have deluded me from the actual state of the dog. Her name was Lou Lou. From a distance, Lou Lou looked as if she was a ball of dirt or a dust bunny, not a dog. It looked as if the majority of her hair was on her face. Patches of missing hair revealed Lou Lou’s spotted skin, making her resemble a hyena rather than a dog. Looking at Lou Lou shaking and obviously troubled, my mother and I knew we would need a gambit in order to help the poor dog. Two hours and five baths later, we were finally able to see Lou Lou's face. I found myself being mesmerized by her eyes. Even frightened the small dog’s charisma made my heart swell. From that moment I knew that she was going to be my dog.