Who Would Have Thought That I Will Be, One Day Moving,

I can still remember that day. If you asked me, I thought the world was coming to a blazing end. Well, at least my world. It was a very humid and hot summer afternoon. Unusually warm for New England, it was the type of weather found in the deep south of our country. It was quite a coincidence actually; since this was the type of weather I would have to be used to. After all here I was on my way down to the south moving to Kentucky. It was a slightly a year before when I was first told by my parents

changes every day in their life. Life is always throwing curve balls constantly. These changes may have a hefty impact on a person. I went through a really rough time when I was about fourteen years old. This experience has taught me the most tremendous lesson in life. I never knew the summer going into my 8th grade year that my life was about to change completely. I found out that I was going to have to move across the state of Indiana. Hearing this news brought so much shocked to me, I didn’t know

This is a story of how moving across the country changed my life forever, this is my moving story. I was born and raised in a small town in upper Michigan called Sault Ste. Marie. The Sault is a place where it snows from October to May, everyone knows each other, and the community is tightly knit. I made the journey to Olympia, Washington in July of 2014. My mother and I fell in love with the idea and thought of climbing Mt. Rainier and being in the glory of the mountain everyday. We drove from Michigan

because what one decides will change the course of one's life forever. I was confronted with such a decision two years ago. I lived a very simple life in rural South Carolina, and there were few challenges that I was confronted with. My days were filled with idle time and video games, and I floated through life day by day, not knowing where I would end up. As the days, weeks, and months passed, I started to realize that if I were ever to break out of my humdrum existence, I would have to start thinking

falling, as I made my way out of my house. Why did it have to rain the day I decided to move? I had checked the whether forecast a few days in advance and the weather should have been a nice balmy 75 °F. But of course that was my luck. I had been planning this move for some time, and I thought everything would go smoothly (I was moving because I was going to attend Eastern Washington University). Instead the torrential rain was making me question whether I should reschedule my moving day. Putting all

emotions. At one hand, I am frightened and somber; On the other hand, I am thrilled and glad simultaneously. It is my last day at my house and in my country. Tonight is my flight to America. I’m moving to America, to be with my husband and to start a new journey of my life. I remember every moment of my last day in Pakistan. I have never been the way from my house before. I have always been enclosed by my friends and cousins. My friends have always been with me in sunshine and rain. I cannot imagine

of the saddest ones I’ve heard. Living in Spanaway, Washington for over five years I’ve earned some pretty good friends. One of my best friends is a girl named Bella. Bella has medium length hazel hair matching her eyes and a tan small figure. Bella and I knew each other since second grade, but up until fourth grade we never really acknowledged one another. We only spoke in our reading groups and when we walked past each in the halls or at recess. We became friends on the first day of fourth grade

Moving By Drew Sullivan The day I found out I was moving, my first reaction was relief, for up until that point, I had concluded that the reason my parents were so serious, was because I’d done something wrong. However, as soon as that thought disappeared, another one replaced it. Why were we moving to DC? We were perfectly fine in the neighborhood that we lived in. Slowly, I began to realise that I did not like the idea of moving. I didn’t say this outloud because I was still confused. Was

“We’re moving.” These were the words that kept coming into my life. 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

Can you imagine being pulled from the only place you have ever known and loved, and being placed in completely new surroundings? I can tell you it is not the easiest thing to deal with. I’m talking about moving, more specifically, the moment I found out. I was eight years old at the time, and I remember my parents coming in and breaking the news to me. Their reason was we simply could not afford to drive back and forth so much. We lived in Peoria, Oklahoma and had been there for roughly 7 years.