Personal Narrative Essay : Moving Away From A Home As A Home

Have you ever moved? I have and It’s hard, packing up and moving along with leaving any friends or family behind. Moving to a place you only visit once a year is, though, also I have only seen a small part of this state, the area by my grandma’s house. The summer of 20ll was a rough time. It was the year we moved from Florida to Kansas because my mom found a better job.

When we were on the road heading to Tennessee I felt anxious and annoyed. Meeting new people wasn’t new to me, but somehow moving from Urban to Rural environments did. The lights in the City at night is something I know I will miss, and my friends that I see almost everyday will just become a memory. I would constantly look outside the car window, seeing all the buildings and people disappear into fields of cotton,jagged

Moving around from town to town happened quite often when I was younger. I always mirage living in one house my whole life and never having to know the feeling of leaving good friends behind. The move from Michigan to Illinois was definitely the most arduous. Elise, one of my best friends, had been with me from the first day I walked into Rummer Elementary to when we were crying on my porch the day before I left Michigan three years later. I expected this to be the last time we saw each other. I had done this enough that I realized she would move on or the six hour drive would keep us separated till we eventually gave up. My mother promised me it would be different this time, I thought she was only trying to keep me from becoming an misanthropist,

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.

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.

I was going to Brentwood Middle School when I got the news. I was just starting to find my friend group. Then I was told I would be transferring to a new group of schools. I would be moving 20 minutes down the road into a little town called Nolensville. When I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I would have to transfer schools again after I finished my freshman year. During my sophomore year of high school, I began at Nolensville. This school and town have changed me in ways I never thought it would.

People often hear or maybe seen on the news of houses being broken into. We do our best to protect ourselves and our families from the unenviable happening. We have locks, we purchase alarm systems and other forms of defense to keep strangers out and our possessions in. When I woke up on Tuesday, April 6th, 2011, I never imagined someone would come inside of my home and ramble through my things and take from me whatever they wanted. If I could have seen into the future, I would attempt to change the minds of the guys who broke into my apartment.

It had been along time since something new had entered my world. Amongst the ruins of our space elevator, I sat, head bowed, and payed my respects to a whole civilization lost. The rusted steel and crumbled mortar only amplified my grief. Rotating my mandibles I rose, and scuttled out into the hive proper, or what was left of it. There used to be noise, movement all accross our home, the workers furthering the goals of our Mother, the advisors contstatly planning our expansion into all of the fertile worlds of our system. Now, as I move through the entrance mound, there is only silence, and the sound of my chitin clicking harshly against the floor, echoing in a way I had once found eirie.

Moving is very stressful on anybody, especially for children. When my mother made the decision to move to Piedmont, I was in shock. I have been in the same school district for seven years with the same friends that I loved and was very comfortable around. Moving to a new town freaked me out. I have never heard of Piedmont, and did not realize that it was 30 minutes from where I lived. My uncle-in-law graduated from Piedmont. Both of my cousins also graduated from Piedmont, the Cornman’s. I had a new life ahead of me, and did not know what to expect.

Moving schools and neighborhoods was when I first felt like a stranger in the village, but in this case it’s not a village. Attending my new school was so hard to get comfortable with, but I managed. I made friends instantly and made new memories. Unfortunately some problems with my dad didn’t change and he would try to meddle with my mom's life and control her still which wasn’t good for my mom.

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.

While living in Oak Forest my life was as simple as it could be, I had many friends and family there with me so I always was able to do fun activities with my friends. School was very simple and easy, I didn't have much homework and I had a good amount of friends there. I was very content with my life at the time, then it happened. My mother tells us that we are moving to Orland Park which I couldn't believe. The only bright side I could see of the situation was that I knew some friends from Orland Park so that meant that I wouldn't be all alone. Other than that I was devastated, I was leaving the place where I've spent 13 years of my life in, the only home I've ever known so of course there are going to be emotions all over the place for everyone in my family.

When my dad and stepmom began talking about moving, I didn’t think much of it. They had moved a lot, so I admit I wasn’t really worried about it. Where they were living then, was my favorite out of all the places they had lived because it was right down the road from my mom’s house. It was easy for my sister, Kelcey, and I to go visit our dad, stepmom, and little sister, Kyra. We could literally just walk, before I had a car, over there almost whenever we wanted. But, that changed when they started talking about moving again.

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.

Being Adopted For being only 18, I have had to face many challenges in my life, but the most significant one to me has been being adopted at the age of three. “Family is not defined by our genes, it is built and maintained through love.” (Amalia G.) Even though adoption comes with challenges such as adapting into a new home, being separated from siblings, and dealing with biological parents, I truly believe these moments are worth overcoming to find happiness. One of the struggles I faced at three years old was adjusting into a new home. I was moved in and out of foster care since I was born, so I found it very hard staying in one house. When I was placed with my adoptive parents, I did not know how to act or behave. I was a wild and rambunctious