Personal Narrative: My Life After Growing Up

Since 2012, I have moved 3 times. The first move was definitely the hardest of all the moves. My entire life was turned upside down right before high school. I was happy to move, but it was a complete change. I had to relearn how to live, and I suddenly had to be the one to care for my younger siblings.

The unpacking took a long time we had to pick our rooms and then bring our things in them. I picked the upstairs room, it had a bathroom and a big closet. The room was isolated from the rest of the family and in my old house our rooms were close by each other, so I moved to a room down stairs since it felt weird. It was odd living in a new place, at least at my grandma’s house I had visited it before. It was different having a basement since in Florida if you dug out a basement it would flood with water from the sea. It took awhile but we finally unpacked all our things and it was almost time to start school. We got my sister and I enrolled for school at Horizon Elementary School. The rest of that summer went fast, before I knew it I was going to my first day of school of fourth grade. I started to make new friends and it turned out it wasn’t so bad to move to

When I was 11 years old I had moved from San Diego, California to Mount Juliet, Tennessee. It was a difficult challenge to face. I had to leave my friends I have been with since 5 years old to a place I have only visited once before in my life. Also the Environment was completely different. I have made a major change moving here.

In middle school, my mother lost her job so we moved an hour away from the place I grew up in a large

We moved in with a new roommate in the Friendly neighborhood but luckily got to finish the year at Goshin. I started and finished my fifth grade year at Adams elementary. I spent my six grade year at roosevelt middle school that was the year that my uncle moved down from portland and started living with me my mom and our roommate. I finished sixth grade and moved on to seventh grade at roosevelt then halfway through my seventh grade year my mom decided to buy a house across town with my grandma that had just moved down for alaska. My uncle moved in with my grandma and we stayed with them for a little while, while we fixed up the house. Once we had moved in I transferred schools from roosevelt to kelly middle school where I finished my seventh and eighth grade years. I started my freshman year in high school even though I had a trouble reading until I was in fourth grade and was on an IEP till seventh I made it to high school and plan to go

Down the street but I had to switch schools.When we got to our house. We had to get rid of our dogs and cats so the house was all hardwood except three rooms which is my room my parents and my sisters.I didn't like the new house it sucked moving schools. I kinda like the new house my room was bigger the other house so i had more room for stuff and a bigger closet. My room was upstairs which i like cuase my old house i was on the second floor and this new house there was two rooms on the main

It was tough trying to handle parents who were always drunk, always violent, always complaining that they could not afford to buy my siblings and me food when every night they would come home with two new bottles. Every night had the same ending. My mom crying for help as my father showed the true demons that hide beneath his aging flesh. I wished many times to die, cried myself to sleep almost every night, and tried my best to keep a face that did not reveal how I truly felt.

When I was about four years old my dad was still working in the military. Then one late afternoon my dad calls a family meeting in the dining room then BOOM he tells us that he got a new job offer and that we’re moving virginia. I didn't really know what that meant cause I was 4 but my sister was devastated Because she had tons of friends at school and at home and she liked it. So we packed our bags and set out to virginia.

The summer of 2012 took me for a whirlpool of a surprise. My parents introduced me to the thought of moving from my little town of Woolwich in New Jersey, all the way to southern New Hampshire. My family owns a little cabin on a lake on the Maine- New Hampshire border and it became unsafe for my mother to drive eight hours up to the lake after working those long hours at her job. So, my family decided it was either time to sell our little cabin or to move, and my parents did not want to part with that 14 by 30 structure on a lake. Within the next few weeks, our house was on the market and we already had our realtor up in New Hampshire finding dozens of houses to go look at, in the hopes of finding my house today.

At the age of 4 or 5 we moved down the road from my grandmother, in a nice 2 bedroom brick house, one bath, where I am currently living now. It was only my mom, dad & I living there for about 10 years, then my mom ended up getting pregnant & had another child. It caused the house to become a little cramped up as my sister got older. More

I felt like a failure. I had wasted what little money I had received and had nothing to show for it and now had bad credit following me. I moved back to Tennessee where my husband and I had lived for the past 25 years. Renting was the only option to me. For the past nine years I have rented, moving for one substandard home to another, with landlords that refused to fix major issues: air conditioning, plumbing, windows, and the latest; sewage.

Then, of course, the storm hit and turns out my family and I were moving! I don’t even remember what I was thinking then, but I know that I did not want to leave. It all happened so quickly. One second it was only the middle of the school year

We were moving. So i guess we had to tell everybody we were leaving. It was hard for us, and my friends, they didn't take the news that well. Especially my family. We didn't have a house to live in yet, my parents had to fly out to philadelphia 4 different times and try to find houses for sale. They flew out on weekends, and sometimes just for a few hours just for house shopping. But eventually they found House in conshohocken.

Urgently, we moved, free of rent and it wasn't long until the purchase of the home was complete, it was ours and we felt blessed. Admittedly, we were mentally disheveled, from the trauma of the tornado. Consequently, we stayed

During 5th grade year of 2016, almost once every week my parents would go and look for a house. I would remind them everyday that the house we have is great and there is no need to find another. In that house I have lived there at least eight years, which is most of my life so far. Till this day it has always been my favorite house, and the perfect house. I have made so many memories there it is impossible to count. I loved it.