Where To Move

Leaving my home in Hawaii and moving to Oregon was one of the hardest things for me to do. Maybe I would have felt better about it if my parents had asked me for my opinion before picking up our lives and moving to some place I had never even heard of before. I know I shouldn’t have cared that much. After all, I was only a 1st grader and even now my parents don’t consider how I’d feel before making decisions, so why would they then? At the end of 2007, I said goodbye to my best friends for the last time and left for Oregon.

Moving is hard for everyone, because you're leaving your friends and maybe some family. There are some good opportunities to make new friends and meet new people. You could also start over and maybe remove all the weight off your back if it's like drama, or maybe wondering if someone is going to like you. There is also an upside of seeing new things you maybe

Picture this: You are in a new school, and there are more than 1,200 people you don’t know. You’re scared; you have never met one single person in this building before. You don’t know if anyone is going to accept you. You feel as if every one of them is sizing you up and judging you. This was the case for me when I moved in the middle of 6th grade. I moved from a small town. The middle school I was going to attend was more than four times the size of the school I had previously been attending. I was scared, and I didn’t know what to think. I knew the new school was going to be completely different than my old one. The whole day was going completely down hill until one little thing changed everything.

In that summer prior to moving in the fall, I grew anxious and eager. My friends slowly began to move to their new colleges and I thought to myself “wow, this is really happening!” Unfortunately, my sister and I (we are twins) started school on the same day so our parents had to split up and take me to California and her to New York. My mom traveled with me and I remember us sitting in the airport waiting for our flight watching my last sunset, and she said “I am so happy for you. I know you will enjoy this.” I knew I would

She said while packing her things but it seemed like she wasn’t excited as if she had no choice. At that moment I was excited but also upset, I didn't want to leave New jersey and my bestfriend I made in my new school. I lived in New Jersey for about 4 years and I loved it there. I never thought we would move, but it just hit to me that we were moving leaving family and friends behind but also coming to my new family in Maryland that i have never met in my life that I don’t think i would be comfortable with them as i'm comfortable with my family in

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.

We had been talking about moving to California for about a month, and the prospect of leaving behind my friends, school, and family terrified me. However, I clung to the hope that maybe we wouldn’t have to go in the end, but that didn’t last long. One rainy spring afternoon my parents sat my brother and I down, and excitedly told us that we would be moving to America. My younger brother leapt up from the seat next to me and joyfully danced around the room, but I was not so ecstatic. After my parents put a positive spin on the situation, I didn’t feel quite as reluctant, but I still wasn’t fully on board. Nevertheless, I had little say in the matter as my father’s work required us to relocate, and so that summer we moved to California.

My family and I were moving from Boston, Massachusetts to Houston, Texas. My Dad’s job was relocating to Houston, Texas because of better resources for the company. I was going to have a new house, new friends, and a new school. Everything was going to be new and different. Sadly, moving is not as fun and exciting as it seems. It’s as sad as a kid without candy.

When I was a little girl, moving never bothered me including the change that came with it. I would move somewhere and I would think of the fresh start that I would get. Going to new schools weren’t a big deal either because making friends was easy for me then. But when I entered the 8th grade I noticed how difficult it was going to be starting high school somewhere I have never been. It

Although I didn’t get to decide on moving, I am glad the decision was made. I made two really good friends that have many of my secrets with them. Sadly, we don’t have our annual camping together anymore and we aren’t all together anymore. Although I don’t see them as much as I used, I know these two friendships will pick up where they left off last time we were all

Something I have had to greatly overcome within the past few years was being terrified of moving and allowing it to be an emotional and intellectual setback for me. Freshman year, I had started a new school and was absolutely petrified- and I let it rule me. I did poorly in school that year and didn’t make as many friends as I may have hoped. Later that year, I received news that I was going to be moving again and starting a brand new school next year. That news hit me like a ton of bricks and I realized that something had to change, no matter what it was. Once the move came around. I decided to engage more with my peers beforehand, I got involved with student government as soon as I enrolled in the school, and did amazing with my academics

About five years ago, in 4th grade, I had to move schools. I remembered being scared because I had to make new friends, have new teachers and experience a whole different atmosphere. I did not know how it might be or how the student would be reacting or treating me in that school. I was also very sad I was leaving all my friends and I was sure I was not going to see them anymore because we were all going to whole different schools. My mom told me, “It will not be hard to make new friends. You just have to trust me. The new school you are going to is going to be very fun and you will be able to experience new things. Just believe in me.”

The idea of moving to a different state or country can be terrifying for most people. I know for me it was. I was born and raised in New Jersey and had a decent job. Life was going great for me; at least that is what I thought. I had a lot of friends and family that had been around me my whole life. Moving away from all of this was not an option for me, until I got married and had children. By the time my daughter hit five years old, I was rushed to make a decision that would change my life forever. I had to decide whether I wanted her to go to school in New Jersey or Key West. This meant leaving my friends and family behind, and somehow depriving my children from growing up around their family.

I had always wanted to go out west but had never been farther west than Ohio. I also recognized that this offer came at the perfect time; both my sister and I had moved out of the house, me for college and my sister for grad school, so there was nothing holding him back. We talked about what it would mean for our family. This was no small transition; I knew it would be a momentous change. From our house in Jew Jersey to the new home in Oregon is 2,906 miles away, to travel would be 45 hours by car and 18 hours by plane. My mom and dad would live in Oregon, my sister would stay in New Jersey to finish school, and I would now live full time at school in Ohio. My parents would have to move everything they owned across the country sell their house buy a new one and start all over in a brand new location. Not to mention my sister and I could no longer just drive home over breaks now we would have to fly across the country or not go home at all, this most certainly meant that I would see my parents much less. Although my

I’ve lived in three different states and attended six schools over the past eight years. Relocating from Texas to Michigan, and later Michigan to Georgia were big adjustments for me. I missed my friends and close relatives. However, I knew I had to make the best of my circumstances. Through these experiences, I began to learn to be more flexible, become more open-minded to different traditions, and be adventurous in different parts of the country-I played volleyball, joined a dance team, and even went skiing! At school, I also focused on excelling in my classes and challenge myself like I did when adjusting to a new town.