Personal Narrative- The Move that Transformed my Life Essay

I haven’t been alive for too long and I’ve lived a pretty normal life though I do know of one specific event that changed me forever. On January 12 2010 I came home from school like every other kid in Haiti. It was a completely normal day. My mom was cooking in the kitchen, my aunt was holding my little sister while watching TV, my dad wasn’t home yet and I was by myself in the living room playing games on my dad’s computer. Then out of nowhere I hear a deep low loud rumbling noise. Right when I start to wonder what the noise was, the shaking starts. Being a normal eleven year old kid I just sat there in shock and fear and just watched as my whole world came crashing down around me. Paintings, vases silverware, my moms china set, they were

Everything started to look up as I changed, tweaked and learned more. I became friends with so many great people as they helped me beyond measures to adjust to such a big change. On another note, my family began to get in a routine as my dad also gained a better paying job in Danville, as well as both of my parents becoming less stressed out. Eventually, everything began to flow smoothly

When we did finally move from my childhood home in Illinois to our new home in Knoxville, Tennessee, the only thing I could think about was how isolated and scared I felt. What was it going to feel like on my first day of class when I was surrounded entirely by strangers? I will always vividly remember walking into my new high school and feeling so lost. Every class I walked into was an alien environment and I had to struggle to keep my composure.

I am emailing to tell you that my major change to mangement was completed today! Furthermore, I am curently on the wait list for both MGT 471 and MGT 390. Yesterday when we met, we both discussed that you would only be able to get me into 471 but you would have to talk to the professor about 390.

In 1986 my mother divorced my father and moved my brother and I from a small town in Pennsylvania to a small town in New Jersey. My mother chose this particular town because of its close proximity to family members. The house my mother grew up in and that my grandmother still lived in was two houses away from our new house. Also, my aunt and uncle lived about three houses away. With her new life as a single mother with two kids the convenience of it all was too hard for her to pass up.

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

Furthermore, I’ve experienced change multiple times in my life, but the most common one was moving around to different locations in the GTA. I first moved from Toronto to Ajax. A couple of years later my family decided to moved

Were moving again. I live with my mom she constantly has a new boyfriend or husband. At least this summer will give me a chance to get to know people before school starts, I think as I move boxes into the new house. As i'm unpacking, I notice this boy walking across the lawn next door he's good looking so obviously i'm going to pay attention. I notice him notice me so I blush a little and decide to unpack more boxes. I hear someone talking to my mom, I walk downstairs to see who it is and it's him. I look like a mess, but it's too late to run so I introduce myself. He looks at me in a way I can't explain as i'm daydreaming about spending my summer with him.” Want to hang out on Saturday”? he asks I reply with a “yes” and he says “good I

“Allison” I turned to see my dad, but he didn't look too good, he looked very weak and he was holding his chest. “Dad, are you ok?” I asked. My mom came running to us with lots of paramedics behind her. “ Whats going on?” I asked. “The plague is back Allison.” She said. I learned about the black plague in class and how it went on for 200 years until a cure was found. “Mom, he just needs to wash it.” I said. She looked sad, “It has evolved over those years. It only takes a minute for the effects to become permanent.” The doctors rushed dad outside and lifted him into the ambulance. I focused on my mom again. “Mom, it’s the 21st century! There has to be a cure!” She grabbed my hand. “We need to go, pack a bag.” She walked upstairs and

In order to understand how I got to where I’m today, and why I have made the choices that I made, I need to tell you where and how this journey started. Twenty years ago I was a wife, mother of three girls, owned a nice home in a small town and had a secure job working at United Parcel Service (UPS). Even so, after an injury at work, I very rapidly got addicted to pain medication which turned my world upside down. In a very short time I lost my job, my kids, and my husband and my home and began a six year struggle with addiction that included several arrests, incarceration, probation, and three different treatment programs that finally ended on October 2, 2001.

“We’re moving.” I heard those words at least once a year growing up. I never minded moving because I liked a change of scenery and making new friends. But at what point does moving, then making new friends, and then having to move again get repetitive? It never did for me but the hatred for the reason we had to move all those times still runs strong throughout my mind.

A place that changed my life was when I returned to Indiana for the second time. I felt very free, there weren't any very big buildings around me. There were only small houses and a big area that I could run around in. I wasn't very used to a big and open space where I could do whatever I wanted to. I was used to having many buildings around me that were tall instead of small and the buildings that did not take up as much space. Returning to Indiana changed how I viewed the world. When I was little, I used to think that I was trapped in a place with very little room to run in. I discovered a place that had a lot of space for me to be active.

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.

Who knew, moving from one state to another would have such a vast effect on my life and my three children. I will remember that day like it was yesterday, for the rest of my life. It was August 15, 2009. I was twenty nice, on my second marriage and I just had baby number three. My husband called me and said that his visit in Kansas City went well and he had found a job. I thought he was joking. He was going to visit his parents, not look for job. In 2008, the economy took a turn for the worst and he was having trouble finding work in Sacramento. I didn’t understand why he wanted to move so badly. I was entering my seventh year at my employer. I was advancing quickly in my career. I went from answering phones to an Executive. I was making enough to support us and I took our youngest baby to work with me. When he returned to Sacramento, he had a moving truck, and his family. The decision had already been made. I broke the news to my boss and my co-workers. We all cried. Now, it was time for me to tell

I went to camp for the first time last summer to get away from the pressures of home and school. Camp was a month long, I have never been away from my parents more than a week. I was very anxious. I had no idea what situations to expect and how I would handle them. I started to really wonder about my life. The way it was going was not the best for me. I can “run away” from my reality, but I know that I was going to have to come back to it in a month. The way I treat people was total opposite from how I treated my parents. What my friends were capable of doing was not a bit close to what my parents would let me do, my parents are very narrow minded. My grandparents were even more