Moving To Arizona Personal Narrative

The time that we moved to Westcliffe, Colorado. I always remember the times when my parents talked about coming out to Colorado. They said it was a place where they always felt good, especially my mom. Most of the time when we were back there, I remember that my mom was sick in bed, because of the heat and humidity. It made her really sick, but when she came out here, she always felt much better. That was one of the main reasons, why we moved here, because my dad knew that mom would feel better here in higher elevation. So when the day came, I was glad we moved somewhere else.

At the age of ten years old, I had just moved to Arizona and didnt have any friends. I was scared in a new place and we had moved alot so didnt want to make friends if we were going to move again.

I did not know anybody. The closest person that I knew was a six hour drive away, not even in the same state as me. The day that I moved to Texas was the day that I left my sense of security behind – everything I had ever known was taken from me, and having no say in this discouraged and frustrated me. Being part of an expat family accustomed me to moving, but this time it was different. The transition from living in Qatar to living in Texas physically and mentally exhausted me, but, with the right skills and resources, I was eventually able to overcome it.

Relocating from Florida back to Arizona was quite the journey. We went through terrible weather changes and and other dreadful like things on the trip. On the day we took off to board the greyhound we found out that the train had been experiencing some difficulties performing like the rest of them, but we had been told that the problems were fixed and that we shouldn't be worried. So we trusted in this man and what he had told us and i see now that was a big mistake, so we boarded the train took off our bags and we were all excited and could'nt wait to get back to see granny the rest of the family. Finally the train took off and the journey began I took a seat and felt relieved and calm but at the same time I felt uneasy and i just couldn't

Personally, I live in a state that has little wilderness, mountaintown's, forest, etc., therefore, it has been a lifelong dream of mine to have the availability to not only visit the three states that I have chosen but to also take my children to experience this with me. Due to having family who lives in Wyoming and Montana luckily they are so kind to share photos of both states with my children and me. However, I do not have family living in New Mexico, although I was lucky enough in high school to have a friend move from New Mexico and allowed me to see many pictures, nonetheless, this has been a dream of mine to someday make it to New Mexico.

When George came home from work he told me that he had some really good news. Now, I don't know if I would call it good news, but he said that our family needs to move to Oregon. At first I was in such shock because Iowa is such a good place for our family, but a change is always good. The government is giving all males over the age of sixteen 640 acres of free farmland. That is more land then we have right now, and the land won’t be as crowded as the land here in Iowa.

They say never appreciate something until it's gone. I can confirm this 100%. Moving away from somewhere you've lived and known your whole life can be very challenging. In this case for me I was moving from Charlotte, North Carolina to Arizona.. Many things change with you, such as sports, friends, family, and school. I do competitive cheerleading, so I had to change the gyms I was cheering at. I have had to make all new friends, since I didn’t know anyone in Arizona. I had to leave my family behind in Charlotte. Lastly, I have had to switch schools and my old school was much smaller and easier than Desert Mountain. Moving is a big change, and will continue to be a big change and adjustment.

In 1978, when I was 14, my family moved from Phoenix, AZ to Cerritos, CA; a small city in the heart of the greater Los Angeles area. Phoenix was mainly White, Barry Goldwater conservatives trying their best to hold onto 1950’s Americana, but Los Angeles in the late 1970s was different; it was alive, vibrating to frequencies of the differing cultures that called the L.A. basin home. Looking back it still fills me with excitement, but truth be told I was scared to death. When I first arrived I had no friends, no experience to prepare me for the full on culture shock I found myself facing, nor any thought of how special that area would be to me. No other place than Southern California could have provided a better backdrop to develop the foundation

Scottsdale is where I grew up. It’s where I dressed up and had tea parties with my little brothers. It’s where Hannah Montana taught me how to sing and where Troy Bolton gave me unrealistic expectations of how boys would act in high school. It’s where my two best friends and I decided that we were all going to go to the same college and then we would move into houses that were right next door to each other. We were going to be best friends until the day we die. It’s where I spent the summers swimming and constantly looking like a lobster. Scottsdale is where I fell in love reading thanks to Harry Potter, Tris Prior, and America Singer. It’s where Deal Night was the only thing on my mind and I could not wait to stay up until 3am playing Wii bowling with my whole family. It’s where I learned how to bake with my mom and my brothers. It’s where the sun shines all the time which lead me to get a third degree sunburn while on a Boy Scout camping trip. It’s where I became claustrophobic because of long division at Catalina Island. It’s where my room was covered from floor to ceiling in One Direction posters and where I danced all night to the best song ever.

It all started in April 2012, when my dad got laid off from his job. In the beginning, we were all upset, but confident that my dad would quickly find another job, and we would be okay. And then a few months passed, and no one even wanted an interview. Then a few more months passed. He had gotten a couple interviews by then, but none of them ever called back. Things were starting to get desperate. Money was running out, and we had to resort to getting Food Stamps. Pretty soon, we wouldn't even be able to afford rent. Finally, when we were starting to lose hope, an old family friend, Red, reached out and offered to let us stay with him and his wife, Tracy, until we could get back on our feet. We were reluctant to leave, considering that we

Born in Palm Springs, I grew up wishing I lived at the beach. At age 5 I got that wish when my family and I moved to Carlsbad, CA. My parents, Lee and Steve, had me at an older age; so all three of my siblings are older than me by a significant amount. This put me into the category as an only child. As a kid I was involved in musical theater and dance where I made some lifelong friendships. After getting comfortable in the city of Carlsbad my parents decided it was time to move back to Palm Springs. The move was not too hard for me because I did have some friends in the area. One of my biggest regrets is not continuing musical theater when I moved. I made a whole new group of friends and it was a fresh start for me. I went through middle school

“Don’t stop, keep going because something great is waiting for us on the other side,” my mother kept reminding me while crossing the desert. Crossing the desert to come to the United States was the hardest thing I had to. This was not optional; it was necessary if we wanted to survive. Crossing the desert is challenging, scary, and tiring

not want him to move to Pocatello. I didn’t want him to take away my stepmom, my brother Zander, and my sister Kyrie. I didn’t want him to take my family from me, I was really close with my stepmom we did things together all of the time and I was Zander and Kyrie’s nanny so I was really close to them they felt like my children, I am the one who started their potty training and worked hardest at it, I am the one who was able to get them into bed at night and I bought them things all the time, took them places and cooked meals and treats for them. I was with them most of the time and I was their favorite sibling, they told me all of the time. Then the next Sunday when I went to my dad’s house it was no longer a question, even though he knew how badly I wanted them to stay because I didn’t want to lose some of the few people that I was close too, he said that they were moving to Pocatello and he accepted the job in Idaho Falls.

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

The end of school came eventually, and I abandoned dreams of the sixth grade. Luckily, I was transferring to another elementary school, but this offered me little consolation. Only dummies have to repeat a grade.