Personal Narrative: My Experience Of Moving To Indiana

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,

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."

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

As a child I was Boston born but Georgia raised. My mom says I moved to Georgia when I was 2 but since I was 2 I don’t remember. I stayed in Georgia for 8 years and when I was ten my family moved back to Boston because my mother got tired of Georgia. I had never lived in Boston after I was born so when I got here I didn't know anyone besides family or any of the places. My first year here in Boston I lived in-for lack of a better weird-the hood. I was from Georgia the parts where the worse thing that ever happened to me was a school lockdown because they thought fireworks were gunshots. When I came to Boston it was a totally different scenery. I was scared to go everywhere and/or do anything. I lived in Mattapan kinda near Blue Hill Ave. to give you some imagery. The corner store I lived near was more than “a corner” away. But as well it wasn't a mile away either. I was scared mostly because the street I had to walk down to get to the corner store was full of houses blocking the light and wasn't ever that busy.

I was born on October 23rd, 1999 very early in the morning the very first person to carry me was my dad. When I two years old me and my mom moved to Las Vegas, and lived there for about 6 years then soon move back to California. That was in early the early 2000’s when that happened . Few years past by then my sister was born June 23rd, 2005. I was staying with my cousin at the time until she was born then I went to see my sister on the day she was born.

It was pouring rain the day I moved to Tennessee, which reflected exactly how I felt on the inside. One week before my Junior year of high school, my parents decided to relocate the family six hours away from where I’d lived my entire life—a decision that was not supported by all those involved.

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.

In 2011 on a very cold December night, my dad told me something that I will never forget. My siblings and I were all sitting in my fathers very out dated apartment, eating hamburger helper and watching a movie on his small 32 inch t.v.

I moved to Utah, January 3, 2000. Moving to Utah at age 20, had some definite “culture” shocks after growing up in California. I noticed when I first went to the grocery store; the store didn’t have a liquor section. A weird thing to notice for someone who doesn’t drink alcohol, but until then, grocery stores always had big displays for alcohol. The biggest New Year’s ever, had only been 3 days prior! Prince’s song, “1999” was forever going to be about the past! Where were the displays? What was this strange new place I’d moved to? What was I going to discover next, stores closed on Sunday? Were there some weird laws in place to “make” people obey?

I can’t remember moving to South Carolina at only five years old. Previous to this move, my family had lived in almost every corner of the country. It all started in my birthplace of Colorado Springs, Colorado. After only a short time in Colorado, the Army moved us to Phenix City, Alabama. Thankfully, the third move was the last one; I still believe that there was no better place for us to move than right here in the heart of the Midlands. While in South Carolina, I have been able achieve and reach goals that I may not have been able to if I were living in some other area. Columbia is a hotbed of diversity and culture, and I am thankful to be surrounded by such a wonderful atmosphere that constantly and continually supports community outreach.

My story begins in the sunny bright land of Crestview, Florida in 2015. My father announced that he was going to be moving in with his fiance in Indiana and my brother and I would be living with our mom for the remainder of the school year. My brother and I had the choice to stay or go to be closer to the rest of our family who lives in Indiana as well. My brother was pleading with everything to go to Indiana so we could be closer and see our family more often. Myself, I wanted to stay because I had friends and one thing holding me there, my girlfriend. She was the only reason I wanted to stay in Florida, we were together for a year and a half and I would rather stay with her than leave to be with my family. Eventually as the school year was wrapping up, she became nervous that I would wind up leaving her and going to Indiana so she did what any non-logical person would do. She started dating another guy. Most people would be heartbroken or even devastated over this, but me? No, I was perfectly fine. I knew this was God’s plan to get me to a better life, allow me to tell you more of my

One of the experienced that I am never going to forget is when I moved to California in 5 June,2015. This experience made me feel angry,and afraid. My experience began when I lived in Colombia-Bogota. In that time, I was studying Accounting and I was working at the Bank. My mom , she moved to California first taught me, and she had the possibility that give a changed to move with her, and give me a good future. but one day I life changed and I needed to take a decision that what I am going to do with my life?. Above all ,if I am really wanted to start a new life and learn new language and Culture. To begin with, I needed to change my main and accept my new situation. Second, I needed to think that this opportunity that will be good for my

In fifteen years, I imagine my life to be settled down and financially stable. I would like to live in a medium sized house with two kids and my husband. I would like to continue to live in Ohio, but if my future family and I decide to move out of state that will be okay. If we would decide to live out of Ohio, I would like it to be in a warmer area closer to the beach. I want to be well off and have a nice house and have nice cars. I have completed a four year college majoring in early childhood development. Ever since I was a little child, I have loved to play with baby dolls, thats all I played with. I also have many siblings, all older than me so they have children. So, I have many nieces and nephews. I have taken care of many babies and I love to take care them, that is how I decided that I would like to have a job dealing with

Greetings!  I hope you're ready for another long story. It's not that bad. Anyway ready? So this one is about how I ended up in Kentucky, in the United States. For those of you who don't know, I lived in Liberia with my family, since birth up to when I was 15 years old. As of now, I'm schooling in Kentucky. Most of the time when I'm talking about where I'm from, people ask me: "how did you end up in Kentucky", since it's so far away from my home, and Kentucky is not a really popular state to other countries, I guess? In a certain way? 樂

While I was packing my bags to set off on my second biggest adventure, coming to Iowa State being my first, I was feeling nothing short of ecstatic. Yes, I may have had to step out of my comfort zone of being around in a familiarized area within Ames or being around my best friends at ISU, but I was ready to explore new lands and make new friends. And the next four and a half months in London proved to be exactly what I had in mind.