Personal Narrative: My Move to a New City and Subsequent Move Back Home

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.

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.

My move to NYC ended up being an abrupt push into adulthood that was more daunting than I expected. I found myself in a large,expensive city.Due to my family’s financial situation,all costs of living were on my shoulders, and I attended a university with a demanding course load. I found myself needing to learn to manage my time, make money, and navigate this foreign place. This led to a rocky start academically. Determined to succeed, I considered all my resources: college events, my advisor, and academic centers. I created an increasing trend in my GPA,and I took a major I was passionate about.I worked multiple jobs sometimes up to 30 hours a week, while still gaining unique life experiences. Although my path to this point may have been

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

Moving to a different area that is larger can be difficult and frightening all at the same time. When I was fourteen, I moved from my small town, Glasgow, to a big city known as Columbia. Not only did I move to an unfamiliar city; however, I moved in with a man who had a similar appearance like me. He had the same brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, even our noses were the same. Be that as it may, this man was not unfamiliar to me because I had seen him in many pictures with me. Although I did not personally know him, my mother said that he was my father. As I began packing, I sat on my small twin size bed and started to wonder how my mother could just let me go. I was leaving my home that I had been use to for a long time with a strange man

Over the past eight years of my life I’ve moved three different times, and each time was a stressful and exciting adventure. When it comes to moving, I think about the heavy large brown boxes full of clothing, the large three-ton orange and white U-Haul truck and the sore achy muscles that comes along the day after the move. Some people like to hire people to help them move, but every time I’ve moved it was only me, my mother, my younger brother, and some of my brother’s friends if we were lucky. Moving can also be a learning experience that can lead you down the path of stress, anger, fear, and accomplishment. In life, you face different obstacles every single day.

It was April 19th, 1957. I got onto my bus, the number 48 bus, as usual after a hard day at the Chrysler factory in Detroit, Michigan. I sat in the whites section, in my usual seat by the window so I could see the town moving at high speed as I drove through the bowels of the city. I’ve been working for Chrysler for 42 years, ever since I was 17 years old. I’ve watched this town grow ever since my first day on the job, when I got on this same bus. I’d gone from a simple, small-minded floor worker to being the entire plant manager in my years, and the town had grown with the factory. Detroit went from a no-name town to a booming, growing town with great economic promise. The bus made a few stops, gobbling up and spitting out people with every

In this personal narrative i’m going to write about the reason my family moved to Oregon, but this is very personal to me. I’m going to explain every feeling that was going on. I am going to explain the problems and the resolutions.

I’m sitting on a bench, under the blue sky, clear and beautiful; feeling the breeze gently blows through my skin and the silence covers the atmosphere, enjoying the relaxing moment, which I prefer to describe as “peaceful.” I find myself so comfortable, safe, full of content. I wonder how long I haven’t experienced this relaxation.

I followed my parents as they went outside, we pulled up some chairs, and sat. I couldn't stop my mind from filling with endless amounts of awful thoughts. After anxiously waiting for the news, my father spills the news, “Sierra, I was offered a great new job”. I replied excitedly, “that’s awesome for you dad”. However, that was the only part of the news. My father added

This could not be happening. I kept on thinking that I was paranoid, that I was just imagining it, but the longer I searched the more I realized that this was a reality. I was nine years old, and my parents were away for the weekend, on some trip that I can not remember. In lieu of a babysitter, my grandmother, grandma Hetzel, had come from her city home to watch my brother and me. That is what she was supposed to be doing, at least. In the two minutes I had gone on a bike ride around our small cul de sac, my grandmother had disappeared into ruin air.

Moving the day after Christmas as a six year old was very exciting. After being there for eight years it definitely developed into a better place. We remodeled our small kitchen so it looks like it’s in the right decade. After that we replaced our bathroom. We laid new floors throughout the house, remodeled the basement, and went through three different colors of the walls in my room. Even after all the changes everything is still getting better.

It was 2016, and I was finally a senior in high school. Being a senior in high school was something that I had dreamed of since my early middle school days, and at last, I was there. It was the last year in one of my least favorite environments, and I couldn’t wait to graduate and move away from the only place I had ever known. I had lived in the same town for seventeen years, and I had gone to the same school with the same people for thirteen years. I was looking forward to something new in my life. I was most excited for my senior year because it was the year that I was going to choose where I wanted to move away to and what school I wanted to spend the next four years of my life at. As the year moved along, I slowly realized that I wasn’t moving away and that I’d be staying home to attend college, which was one of the most difficult decisions that I ever had to make.

I was deserting everything I had, or so I had anticipated, at first. Toward the conclusion of the school year, my dad had transferred his job, but in order to do so, we had to move to Pennsylvania, first into a temporary home, then a brand new one. On the last day of school, I couldn’t stop crying goodbye to my friends and teachers. In a week, I would be breaking away from my friends, my family, my home, my cat, and many of the places I had come to grasp and enjoy in Ohio.