Personal Narrative : My Moving Adventure

Moving. Amanda didn’t like this idea. Her mom got a job out of town to earn even more money

When you parents tell you not to do something do you just do it anyways. Well I do and this time I think I learnt my lesson. It all started on a normal Saturday and we were gonna go on a hike, but none of us wanted to go somewhere so we just did it at home. We got our bags and water ready and busted for the trail. I thought it was gonna be a normal day and we would all have fun, but I got proved wrong. The trail itself is about three miles and a couple of extra steps,but with the surprise we only walked a mile of it.

My personal memoir is going to be about when I moved here in Homedale, Idaho. When I was 6 I moved to Homedale and I was going to start 2nd Grade. When I got dropped off by my parents I went to the playground. When I was young I used to never speak to anyone because I was so shy and scared. When I got there a kid named Oscar came up to me and asked me what is your name, for a few seconds I stood there saying nothing and finally I said my name Osue. There were one of his friends that I remember, there was Antonio, but that wasn’t the first time I have seen Antonio because the house we moved into I went outside threw rocks and so did he but when I backed up and went forward etc. he copied me. I When we went I she Ms. Garrett was welcoming us

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

Needing to see more of the house, I started descending the curved staircase. I stopped halfway down the staircase and savored the view. My eyes wandered around to the rooms that I would no longer use. Rooms that were once filled with people and belongings were now piled high with

Around two or three years ago my family and I had to move houses. Moving was sudden and we didn't know it was going to happen. This made moving out and into the other house a lot harder. Since we were moving so fast somethings we just decided to leave behind with the person that was still living there. We got most things with us but one thing that we did leave back in the old place was our living room tv. Since we had just moved and my family isn't rich my mom said we couldn't go get a new one for some time. This sucked because I used the tv a lot for watching show, movies, and playing games just like the rest of my family did. Having a tv wasn't something we needed at all but it was always something to do when you were bored and there was no other things to do. Another big thing was my grandma had just gotten us a new playstation 3 and now we weren't able to used it at all because there was no television. Not having a tv was bummer for me and I thought it was a huge problem when it really wasn’t.

Can you imagine being pulled from the only place you have known and loved, and being placed in completely new surroundings? It is not the easiest transition I can tell you that. I’m talking about moving, more specifically, the moment I found out. I was eight years old at the time. I remember my parents coming in and breaking the news to me. Their reason was we simply could not afford to drive back and forth so much. We lived in Peoria, Oklahoma and had been for roughly 7 years. So for most of my life I had lived here. My Dad worked for Pepsi at the time and also was the Chief fireman for the Peoria Fire Department. My Mom worked at Galena’s high school and because of this my sister and I went to school there. The commute to work & school everyday

My mother had left my dad’s house slippers by the coat rack behind the door. I was grateful to her as the floor felt like ice. Hanging up my coat, I slipped into my dad’s bathrobe, which was hanging on its peg. We had a fireplace in the living room and the chimney exited the west side of the roof. I smelled the smoke of the dying fire, and I knew my mom was in bed. The bedrooms were located on the second story. Her room was located at the end of the hallway, and my room was at the head of the stairs above the

Last year I received the news that my best friend was moving. We have known each other for ten years. We got separated when high school started, we still texted each other frequently. She tried for a whole year to convince her parents to let her transfer to Senior. Finally one day, her mom agreed and her sophomore year she was able to attend Senior. We got lucky and even had a class together, my mom said there wasn’t much of a chance but we got lucky. We had second hour World History together and it was a blast. One day we were sitting in World History, right next to each other of course, when she turned to me and said "Jenna...I'm moving."

I guess you could call me a package because I am constantly being shipped around-five countries, twelve houses, eight schools in sixteen years. Consistently moving every two or three years is a lot to handle but somehow I have figured out a way to make it work, especially when it comes to packing up my room. Most people pack their room in ten to fifteen boxes over the course of one to two weeks unlike me who takes over two months to pack three small boxes. It may seem like a small amount of belongings could fit into three boxes which is true but I have learned to appreciate memories over objects. This perspective is very different than many millennials; however it is a major part of me.

Crashed on some land that I moved in It's a little place below with some odd faces, 'friends' Stay up when it's late, I'm on too thin We promised each other to the fight 'til the end Now we're spinning these rum bottles It's just the four of us With devil minded nations people die to trust I wish to resist this day But, I can't resist it anyway

The last ride began with the team getting pumped for their last game against Youngker High School, the team bringing high spirits into this game and finally arrive at Younkers.

I can say my personal transition started in 2013 when I up and left everything an moved to Florida. I came down here with no friends, family, or job. I had a 2 year old with me and had no clue what I was going to do or how I was going to provide for my child. I did not trust anyone and lost my faith. I stayed shut in my home unable to cope with everything that was going on around me. I did not have much of a social life which kept my daughter from enjoying life as well. It has been a long journey that has nearly taken four years to get to, but I have managed. I now attend elevate life church; which was introduced to me two years ago, but I was too much in self pity to appreciate it. The church has opened my eyes to a lot. I am in the leadership

The move across town had me excited about the new house, sad about changing schools, and happy to have found a best friend in the end. The summer before ninth grade my mother moved to her first home in the beautiful historic Old Cloverdale. Our new home was a four bedroom, two-bathroom single level home on Park Ave. The great front porch, spacious rooms, and nice sized kitchen was a huge change from our old apartment.

One car and three planes were all that stood between us and Prague. Courtney, the international traveler, calmly lounged in the Will Rogers terminal. Me, the inexperienced traveler, sat next to her in a bundle of nerves. Two irrational fears, heights and deep water, have plagued my childhood and there I was about to combine the two by flying over the Atlantic. The flights to Atlanta and JFK airports were freezing and uneventful. Zipping from JFK to LaGuardia, glimpsing Manhattan clouded in mist, my dread turned to excitement. A three-hour wait, three in-flight movies and we were there. Looking out the window as the plane slowly descended, the picturesque countryside had me wondering “what happens next?” As I would come to find out, long cross-country bus rides through narrow village streets, crowded city buses/trams and jerky subway rides would lead us to ancient cities, beautiful country sides and unforgettable sights.