Personal Narrative: The Move That Changed My Life

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! There was a knock the door late at night. There was a letter, it was from the manager at the sunny slope apartments. The next morning we opened the letter. It said we were getting evicted. We didn’t know why. But we knew what it meant, we had to move! We were so worried, because we didn’t know where we could move or even worst of all we didn’t know if we were going to have to move a different school. I had been at that school my whole life, and known all of my friends there.

After reviewing my life, I have decided my life defining moment was when my family and I moved to Texas from Oklahoma. I consider this move my life changing moment because it changed so many things in my life. This move set the stage for an entirely new life for me. Moving six hours away from the only home I knew certainly called for many changes.

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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.

When I was 13 years old, my parents started to think about moving to United States because my dad was already working here for a company. We started all the immigration related process which took a while to end. When I was 14, one day I came back from school and my parents told me we were moving to US in 2-3 months. When I heard it first, I was happy, but later I started thinking about how I will be leaving everything behind. My family, friends and neighbors whom I have been with since I was little, I will be leaving all of them in a few months. As the date approached closer, we started to pack more and more things. There was

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."

It was June 16th, 2008 and I was home with my grandma and my mom and dad came home. With a face that I have never seen before. My mom brought a baby boy named Zack. I heard my mom and dad talking about how my mom had to quit her job because she couldn’t put me in day care cause the weren’t taking care of me, and she had to take care of zack so she decided to quit her job to take care of us. Also heard my mom and dad in our small kitchen about not having space for Zachary. They had a conclusion we were going to move.

Moving, although natural, is not easy to most people. How many things are involved when you have to leave your school and friends behind to go to a place totally unfamiliar where anything could go wrong? For me, more than I could count since my family decided to move four thousands miles away.

I get down on all fours and relax my whole body, my bones begin to crack. Unlike most wolves, where it stops hurting awhile after your first shift. Mine shift didn't. It still hurts even though it has been six years (No. Our cloths they don't rip, and no. Don't ask me where they go)

Confusion, the lack of understanding, the unknown, the lack of knowledge of things being the same or being completely different in a matter of years, months, days, minutes, and seconds. Not knowing what will happen next, what’s around the corner, the thought, a thought so naïve, but one we all believe at one point in our time. The thought of perfection when that’s just the cover up of what is really going on, and the realization that things don’t go as planned.

It was my first year in Smithsburg High School, and I was surrounded by my friends I knew in middle school. Everything was going great with football games, the pep rally, and my friends. Then, Christmas came and I got a present that I wish was never under the tree--“We’re moving to Columbia, Maryland at the end of January” (for my mom's new job). I am not going to lie, I cried. I did not want to move from my comfort zone of rural Smithsburg to the urban-city of Columbia. However, the time came when I had to say goodbye to my friends and start a new life. After we moved into our new apartment, I started the rest of my freshman year at Long Reach High School.

I had just gotten home from band practice, my body sweating, my legs sore. I saw my parents sitting in the illuminated kitchen; everything was silent. All I could hear was the faulty faucet, dripping every second. They stared at me and tried to speak, but they could not seem to get the words out. I felt hot, yet cold, as chills ran down my back. The response I received after asking what was going on determined my upcoming fate. I still recollect the day I found out, August 10, 2015, the day I realized everything was going to change.

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.

Looking back over my life and reflecting on what I could have done different, and how I should have changed my lifestyle, and now looking down from heaven, what I would have done, if only I was allowed a second chance. I am telling this to you now, so you will know that when you are young and healthy you think that you are invincible, but as you get older I am here to say things happen and maybe by taking the right steps in life you could be a healthier you. Here is my story, and I hope you will read it, think on it, and apply my lesson to your life, and that my story will help a life be saved.

Imagine your best friend, the person you’ve grown up with. The person who knows everything about you, even some things you don’t know about yourself. The one person in the world you would trust your life with, knowing that they would protect it with theirs. Now, although it’s something no one wants to imagine, think about them suddenly being ripped from your life, right as you needed them. This happened to me in the summer of 2013.