Personal Narrative: My Moving To Georgia

Growing up in Chicago, I attended a neighborhood school from preschool through first grade. Although it was an exceptional school for elementary kids, the education for middle school and high school students was not as adequate. Seeking a better place to raise their children, my parents were faced with a tough choice. When I was in 2nd grade, our family made the decision to move to the suburbs. On July 3rd, we all packed into our Honda minivan and drove 45 minutes to a new home in the town of Winnetka. Within my first year at Crow Island, my new school, I learned so many new things. I started playing the violin and speaking Spanish, neither of which were offered at my old school. I met my best friends that I'm still close with now. Over the

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

When you envision a place called Twin City you may think about it being a big place, I

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,

Have you ever had to try something new? Has it been hard? Well, when I moved to Greenbrier, Arkansas I went through hard times with doing new things. It was very difficult. If you have ever moved, you understand what I mean.

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.

I was 9 years old when my mom came to with a question she had. She made it sound really serious, I thought something horrible happened. When she finally got to the question it turned out to be amazing! She asked me if I wanted and was okay with moving to Florida. Of course me being 9 thought it was such exciting news. I obviously said yes, but a few months later made me regret my decision.

On October 5, 2010, my mom made the permanent decision to move to Iowa from Indiana. I was very nervous. I knew I had to switch schools, I had spent three years at that school getting to know everyone and getting used to the school, but now it was time to leave not only the school but also the state. While on the road, I couldn’t concentrate. We’ve been to Iowa numerous times so I knew the drive quite well. I ended up going to sleep by worrying myself so much.

I remember that i was five and my parents decided it was time for a change. They had decided that we were moving to Indiana with my dads family. They told use it was going to be a good change for all of us. My three brothers Jose, Monico,Luis and I didn't want to move. But since we were kids we had too. The hole way their i was crying,because i didn't want to leave. I was going to miss my family and the church people.

So in October of 2014, I made a decision that I wanted more out of life and decided to move to Columbia, S.C. It has been an adventure and decided I could not have been more proud of. I am a country girl from a small town of Newberry County with country fields, historical buildings, apartment complex, and the joys of knowing everyone in the town. I have always wanted to get out of the small town and have desired to see and experience what else life had to offer in another city, even though it is only thirty to forty-five minutes from my hometown, I consider it a new beginning and start in my success of life.

Heart beating fast, breathing hard, running for my life. Was this the end? Was my life near its deadline? I was in mid thought before it had struck me.

One time I had my friend georgia over at my house we were bored so she called her friend. We had run the loop earlier that day so I was listless. Georgia's friend said that she could pick us up if we snuck out of her house. I didn’t want to but I was capricious and went. When were were driving back to my house the police tried to pull Georgia's friend over for speeding. She was insubordinate and kept driving this only exacerbated the situation. When we finally pulled over the police officer was laconic and didn’t say much. Then she asked us if our parents knew we were out this late. She told us that sneaking out of my house is a grave situations so she made me call my mom. My mom chastened me and grounded me for a month because of that I had

I live in a small town called Ocean City, New Jersey. To me, living here was nothing special. Ironically, anytime I say that is where I’m from I hear, “Wait, you live in Ocean City?! That is my favorite place in the world. We go there every summer!” How can a place be a bother to someone and an amazing get away to another? I went to Ocean City High School, where I could walk five feet to the beach. Who could hate that? I sure could. I begged my parents to let me transfer my first two years. I went to a Catholic school from kindergarten through 8th grade while everyone else at my school attended the public middle schools in the area, which meant that everyone was already friends and I had to make new ones. This was my first time ever in public schooling, and I felt like a lost fish in the sea. Obviously things got better and I ended up making some of the best friendships that I know will last a lifetime, but I still can’t deny that I thought I could say June 18th, 2015, graduation, was going to be the best day of my life. Then things changed. This summer I worked on the beach and was never done later than 12:00, so I went every single day after I clocked out. To say I gained an appreciation for where I live would be an understatement. There is nothing more relaxing than hearing the crashes of the big blue waves slowly putting me to sleep as I lay in the warm sun. I was slowly beginning to realize why everyone loves this place so much. Excitement for heading off to college