Monologues About Moving Away Essay

It was a small town in Cornersville, Ohio. Nothing much ever happened in this small town until one day. A new family moved in one afternoon. Everyone was surprised because no one even noticed the house being built. Everyone was still delighted that they moved in because the couple, Bob and Nancy, were very friendly. Bob and Nancy helped with all the activities in town and were very generous. A couple of weeks after they moved in, a lot of strange things began. Money started disappearing, the lights in the town went out every night except for Bob and Nancy's lights, even people's pets went missing. One night, everyone's lights went out at 11:30 as usual, except there was an extremely loud noise. The neighbors went outside to see where all the

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 am fixing my hair, and humming along to a song I heard on the radio, when I hear the concert start. I heard the announcements begin and the lights go dim. There was people all around me. People tripped over cords or called out demands. Some had microscopic mics on their faces, some had been putting on makeup on.

Did you order me rebuilt too soon because you looked at my face, craggy with age, abused by the pulsating crown on my head, and found it too much to bear? Or, being an old man, did you so quickly want me back, young and perfect, that you had me cloned before the memory sequence completed?

As I went downstairs the tone of the room felt hot, humid, and empty. Hot, because of the burning Atlanta temperatures of ninety-eight degrees or higher. Humid, caused by the broken air conditioning and affecting the density of the atmosphere. Finally empty. The furniture was missing and minimal sounds can bounce off to make echoes. I was departing from a place that I called home. I lived at the address 353 Leisure Court for almost a year; the identity of the street brings back smiles to my face because of its pleasantry. Living here has made me feel secure like a dog to his owner. Moving away from this security brought feelings of uncertainty. My lack of confidence was about the new beginnings my family would experience after the move. But

The boy that’s moved across the street sells penny-flowers. A cent a rose, he says, proudly, A good deal, ‘anjad, ‘anjad.

My drama paragraph: Your mother's "trying to help" days are coming to an end, and the time is coming to let it go. This is a final attempt to reach you saying everything conceivable down to the last atom of my energy. Being strong-minded (in your head) hasn't allowed your heart and spirit to listen and hear the pleas from your children, Grandpa, sister, and parents!!! If this last "try to help" as your "fairy godmother" doesn't work, your parents' twilight years will be peaceful, but with deep sorrow.

Roxanne watched him levelly, and nodded slightly as he withdrew a key. "Jim or James, it is. Maybe Jimmy, Jimbo, or anything else I can think of where warranted." She couldn't help but smirk. She wondered if any combination of nicknames would irritate him. Was it petty for her to want to find something to do so if the opportunity presented itself? She might be a tad-bit spiteful for some time for being roped into all of this. Ultimately, though, she just needed to keep reminding herself of the benefits of this. She would get off scot-free and her car would be back in her possession. Very briefly, she wondered if she should move when - or perhaps if - this little debacle was over. It was something she would ponder later, for he was moving towards

I did not like keeping secrets. I felt guilty. This was a secret I kept. This secret could not be told.

I honestly have no idea where your head is, how you feel about me, or what you want from me. It’s hard not to assume the worst. It drives me insane trying to sleep at night, instead envisaging that you’re holding someone else. I can’t not cry when I assume that you’re going about your day and I don’t cross your mind once or that you’re happier without me in your life. I think those thoughts more often

My eyes are wide open now , I see how I was used and treated . I can't describe all your lies , I feel all the pain and beatings I won't miss you anymore. It's time to move on without goodbyes and ignore all the bad memories . This use to be a second home to me , but now its just pitched black , I wonder if anybody will miss me or even know I'm gone , I'll stay far away till I'm ready to come back . All the times it was your way , the reason I left and didn't want to stay . I feel free and more independent , myself is real and no longer fake . Being there all those years was a big mistake . When its time to knock at the door , will you let me back in or push me down to the floor. You were my home away from home , I've thought all of the shit

I tried thinking about my past experiences about moving. I guess, that time was the only time I became so worried. I usually don’t care much even though I’ll be moving into a different town or family. I also wondered why I was not as happy as I should be. Beyond everything, it was my first time to live with my mother. I remembered the seminar... who are going to live in a different country. I am happy after realizing that I am not alone. Most of the kids there are first timers too. We talked about things that teenagers usually experience after leaving the Philippines. As expected the kids who are interviewed all experienced home sick. I also remembered when they said that they felt like they were out of place. I wondered if I will also experience

Moving away from all of your best friends can be a real tragedy in a sixteen-year-old teenagers life. It’s hard to get up and go eight hundred miles away from everyone you know and everything you grew up around. I had this happen to me about three years ago and it is the largest change I have ever had to adjust to in my life. It wasn’t the changes around me that I was bothered by; it was that I did not know one living soul for hundreds of miles and all I wanted was a friend.     

I started riding horses at the age of thirteen and then quit two and a half years later at the age of sixteen. The nights I spent at the barn for an eternity were not fun anymore, and as the weeks dragged on it became more of a slow torture to participate in those riding lessons. I had so many other things on my mind and separate activities I wanted to pursue, so I decided it was best to throw in the towel instead of money and time for more lessons. All this having been said, even though it was stressful at this point in my life I still didn’t want to leave behind the horses, friends, and of course the memories I had made in this time span. My trainer and I decided the best way to go out was to do the December Barn Show at the Rocking V Ranch,