A Personal Experience with Moving

In the heat of summer 2011, I moved from small town Statesboro, Georgia to Columbia, South Carolina. I was only six at the time, so I hadn’t really thought much about moving to a new house, new school, or even a whole other state. In actual fact, I was mostly enthusiastic about moving. This was a both positive and negative experience for my whole family. This was the year my whole life changed.

Nobody really likes to move. At least, I know I don’t. We were living with my grandparents in Tashkent when I was in second grade. We moved into our house in Manhattan when I was about 9 years old. Life was going great. I had lots of good friends that I had been around for a lot. I really liked where we were living and I did not want to leave what I had always known.

I was traumatized from the event and the thought of the house gave me chills, but I soon found out that I was moving away. Moving away was perfect, I could put the whole experience with the odd neighbor behind me and never think of it again, and I would never have to look at that horrid house again. As we finished packing our things up, we locked the house and went to our car. Staring across the street, I saw an aged African American woman that had many wrinkles on her face that was wearing a fur coat in 70 degree weather. As we drove away, I saw her glance and smirk at me and I was shook the whole ride to our new

What’s the first thing that comes to mind when someone says, haunted houses? Scary? Ghosts? Studies show that people hear and see things that aren’t there when they are scared or frightened. Leading them to report “paranormal” activity. Haunted houses make people do that. But, in order to successfully understand the Amityville haunting, one must know the murderer of the family, the other family who purchased the home, and how the haunting of the house started.

Ines Hernandez-Avila’s article, “Relocations upon Relocations: Home, Language, and Native American Women’s Writings” argues that Native American women are negotiating their own terms as they attempt to reestablish their cultural identities. Native American women often overcome abuse, alcoholism, rape and other atrocities, serving as important topics discussed in their poetry. Another argument addressed in the article states that the concepts of home and community are fluid for many Native American poets. Because of Native American enslavement and exile, many poets discuss how their ancestors consider their homes to be wherever they can gather and share their common experiences and language. The final argument made in the article examines how relocation, particularly the policies that sent Native Americans away

Canton, Georgia was the city where I was raised from the time I was seven years old. The quiet neighborhood was where most of my friendships were developed. The majority of my friends rarely left Canton. We attended the same elementary, middle and high schools and played on the same sports teams. My upbringing is what most would consider a normal, American childhood. During the summer before my sophomore year in high school, we were given the opportunity to move to the city of Chicago for one year due to my father’s job which required relocation. That August we moved to Lincoln Park, a neighborhood in the city. Moving to Chicago was a new opportunity to live in a metropolitan city. Since I never lived outside of the suburbs, I was not sure what to expect. Jones College Prep, a highly

It was June of 2013 and I was in my room cooling, watching “Good Luck Charlie”. My mom came into my room saying that she was ready to move out of New York. Obviously I did not want to move out of the city I was born in. My mom never liked living in New York, so she always thought about moving. So the plan was to move in August. Time went by and I was thinking about what North Carolina would be like. I really wasn’t thinking about the friends I was leaving in Brooklyn, that never crossed my mind.

Are you familiar with the saying, "Flip this house?" It is used on home improvement cable networks such as HGTV, DIY and MTV.  It is also used in residential and commercial real estate.  To "flip" a house means that while the structure of the building remains, the non-structural walls may be demolished, plumbing lines and fixtures replaced and lighting improved.  Not only that, but the building is brought up to the current safety standards, municipal regulations are adhered to and ADA (American with Disabilities Act) criterion is achieved.

Packing up a lifetime of memories and relocating to an assisted living is a big step. As with any move, there comes some second guessing as to whether the right decision is being made and the stress of what to take and what to leave behind. So, the one thing that should be least of your worries is the actual packing process and the safe delivery of your treasured belongings. Here are a few tips to help make your move a smooth and stress-free transition.

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.

Can you imagine being pulled from the only place you have known and loved, and being placed in completely new surroundings? It is not the easiest transition I can tell you that. I’m talking about moving, more specifically, the moment I found out. I was eight years old at the time. 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 for roughly 7 years. So for most of my life I had lived here. My Dad worked for Pepsi at the time and also was the Chief fireman for the Peoria Fire Department. My Mom worked at Galena’s high school and because of this my sister and I went to school there. The commute to work & school everyday

Moving was something that I thought I would never have to go through, but I did, and it made me see the bigger picture of things. Little things in my life have changed since I have moved, little things that I didn’t really have appreciation for, or didn’t even notice before, are some of the things I miss the most. The sayings, “Don’t judge a book by its cover,” and “You don’t know a person until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes,” I understand now that I have moved and experienced judgment and been on the other side of the glass. Moving taught me these things, which make it seem like I’m still upset about moving, and in some cases I am, but I cannot ever stay upset once I think to myself and wonder what I would have ever done without the people that I have met in Worland and the friends I have now. I can’t look back to when I lived in Casper and think of how my life would have gone on if I had stayed, and that doesn’t bother me because I actually think life is a better and a lot more fun here than it would have ever been in Casper. Moving has taught me some really important life lessons and has greatly impacted my life in a positive way, one that I will never

I turned on my flashlight, it was the first thing that came to my mind. As, the bright light flashed its way on, were the “shadow” I saw a couple seconds ago was gone, it must have gone back into the house have to check this out. I decided to go into the “Haunted Mansion”, I walked in and every step I took, the wooden floor made a loud “CREAK!!!” The lights are so dim, that you can’t see anything far away into the darkness, this was literally a maze. I walked until I noticed there was a staircase heading up to this second floor. I took a couple steps towards the stairs then All of sudden, the most creepiest sound in history of sounds filled my ears, it was the sound of tiny footsteps of children running around… I took one step onto the stairs and it made a huge noise. Then the running noise stopped. I listen, my heart stopped……

When my family first moved to Austin Texas, my dad became involved in a series of real estate projects that mainly involved moving houses onto one lot, renovating them, and renting them out. He took me along on more than one occasion when he went to visit the sites, and one of the coolest experiences I can remember was watching them move a house onto the back of a wide truck. It was a slow and steady process that took hours, and I admit it was a bit boring at times (I may have wandered off once or twice) but I remember thinking how darn cool it was once it was finally done. Watching this, and later meeting the tenants who lived there was one of the first things that sparked my interest in seeing things be built, and my desire to one day help to build them myself.

When I walked into the haunted house to explore it. The old porch was creaking I was shaking. As I walked it the door slammed behind me. I got scared tried to open the door there was no budge. I ran to the back door of the house it was looked too there was no way I was getting out. I thought to myself “this house is haunted”.