Toto, Were Not in Kansas Anymore
I was not surprised when I was told we were moving again. Moving from place to place was something I accepted into my life. My mom always had a good reason to leave and start a new adventure somewhere else. The whole move happened fairly quickly. Mom made the announcement while we were riding in the car. My sister and I mourned over our lives we were leaving behind for the remainder of that ride. Our brains were programmed to adapt to new things rapidly, so the mourning stage did not last very long. I guess you could call it a survival instinct. Anyway, just after two days of the decision, our house immediately began to be packed up. Everything we owned had to be stuffed into the smallest amount of boxes possible. When you start to pack up your room, let alone your whole house, you start to realize how much stuff you really have. As a nine year old sitting on my bedroom floor, this task seemed impossible to accomplish.
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We came to Tazewell from a place in Kansas about fourteen hours away. To say the least, we stopped at many gas stations. At every one we had the same routine to go through. We used the bathroom, went inside, got drinks and snacks, paid for them, and got back on the road as promptly as a mother and two kids could. Since it was such a long ride, we had to spend a night in a hotel. From the perspective of two young kids, the hotel was like a jungle gym. Every turn we took presented a new thing. This particular hotel had many different kinds of rooms to enjoy, though most weren’t for kids. For example, they had a swimming pool, business center, a gym, and even a spa. We went into every room we could without getting caught and ran through the halls until Mom told us to come to bed. The next morning we enjoyed the complimentary breakfast, got the few things we brought in, and headed on our way
Since 2012, I have moved 3 times. The first move was definitely the hardest of all the moves. My entire life was turned upside down right before high school. I was happy to move, but it was a complete change. I had to relearn how to live, and I suddenly had to be the one to care for my younger siblings.
We found out about my mom finding a better job a few months before the end of the school year. We planned on moving soon after my sister and I got out of school for the summer. We were all pretty devastated that we had to leave Vero Beach, Florida. It was pretty much the only home I ever had, except for the year or two I lived in Fort Pierce, Florida, but that was when I was only one and two. After that, we moved to Vero Beach. For the next seven or eight years, we lived in Vero Beach, till we had to move of course. Soon after we found out about my mom finding a better job we began
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Moving far away from family and friends can be tough on a child at a young age. It has its pros and cons. One learns how to deal with moving away from the people they love and also learn how to deal with adjusting to new ways of life. Everything seems so different and at a young age one feels like they have just left the whole world behind them. That was an experience that changed my life as a person. It taught me how to deal with change and how to adjust. It developed me from a young boy into a mature young man.
My mother and I began to pack the following week after my step-father broke the news. I call all my close friends to tell them the devastating news. We planned to hang out the last week of my stay. Every day, our apartment would get emptier and emptier by the minute. I was still in disbelief that we were moving. You never know how much stuff you have until you move. My
"You'll be alright, Beka. This is a great opportunity for you to make new friends" my mom said when she broke the news.. When my mom told me we were moving she said were moving to a small town, but she never really told me how small the town was.
I was devastated I didn't want to leave my friends and family. It was a big part in my life. I faced a lot of problems I didn't want to talk to anyone about how I felt after moving to Austin. Even when my parents asked me it made me think about going back in which resulted in missing my friends and family. But then few weeks later I started to go to school in which I made new friends.
Oh, it has been a month. So much has happened. A couple hundred miles into our trip, we looked ahead and say a long line of people. It was the kansas river. When we got up close we could see what the people were doing. One by one the wagons would cross the river. We were thinking about just walking across, the water was only like 2.5 feet deep. We decided it wasn't worth the risk and waited in line. When it was our turn we gave them $1 and started moving across. The river was only about 200 yards across. When we got across we looked back and saw that some people tried crossing without using the fairy. They were stuck. While we waited for the rest of our train we watched them trying to get unstuck. They managed to get out but there wagon and
When we got to virginia we needed to find a house. So my parents went house hunting. It took them a overly excessive amount of time to find a home because they wanted to find just the right house. Then my parents realized that this home would be our forever home so then they got even
Moving is common to do among people, but moving to a different state is nerve wracking. I was sad to know I was leaving my home behind for good. But I was even more excited to see what my future held in Colorado. There was nothing to do in Arizona and no one to hang out with. Moving state is a very important turning point in my life.
I looked at mom and dad with a frown, dad who knew the most came up and helped me talked to the kid. Soon we all had to leave, we got back in the car and headed to a hotel. Something that I found very pleasing to me, and it seemed like it felt the same for my brother and sister. Mom was very amused with the hotel we were in. Dad found it normal since he worked around places he had to sleep in hotel’s often. Dad got a room and my brother, sister and me were hoping to get an upstairs room. We got a room on the third floor, we all jumped with excitement . Soon time for bed came it’s way and we tucked ourselves in and fell into a warm deep
Nebraska, that’s what they told me. As the word echoed in my head I thought to myself, “What the hell are they talking about?” Nebraska. Is that even like a real place where people live? Who would want to leave behind a life by the beach and close to friends and family? How could my parents do this to me? I sunk into the couch wondering what would happen to my life. I had been so accustomed to my friends and my school, these were people I had known since the second grade. And another thing, in my eyes, Nebraska was just a state in the middle of nowhere. I hadn’t ever heard of anything about Nebraska on tv except for a few husker
For as long as i could remember I had lived in New York, so the first time we moved it was difficult for both my sister and me. When I was about 6 and she was 4 we moved to Dover, Delaware Air Force base. The fact that my step dad was in the Air Force made my sister and me closer. Going to a new state and not knowing anyone there my mom my sister and i never really felt at home. My step dad knew all his buddies from basic training and most of them lived on base near us so that was not a problem for him.
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