Personal Narrative: Moving To A Different Place

Just recently, I found out I was moving to another state. Knowing I have to leave everything behind was awful. I was halfway through eighth grade, starting the second semester, and I was doing great. My grades were all A’s and I was happy there with all my friends, Amber, Marianna, and Makayla. Our house was decent, my sister and I both had our own rooms anything I would ever wish for. My dad had been promoted to another job, where he was going to get paid more than what he was currently earning. It was an amazing opportunity for my family. I was glad for my dad, but I still felt bad for myself.

One of biggest unknowns I have faced in life would most likely be the time I moved to a different state for the first time. I was from a particularly hot state and that state was Georgia, to a colder state up north which was Indiana. Even though I live in Georgia know I am originally from Indiana and I moved from there when I was 2 months years old. I remember this summer because there was a heat wave that summer and my mom, my brother, and I were staying with my grandma who didn't have A/C.

Before I move to the states I had no idea of diversity here. Like many foreigners I knew nothing about north and south as too cultural concepts. The picture of an American in my mind was a white or black person. There was no place for other ethnicities. To be honest the picture of whites was dominant. As all I knew about here was through media and Hollywood movies which normally have white heroes. The only Americans I had met before were American soldiers in the border of Iran-Iraq when I was traveling to Iraq for a visit and the US embassy officers in Turkmenistan who did not waste my time in the visa approval process. They all were nice and first realistic

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

I needed an idea on how to approach a person in NY that I have never met or had contact with before. I thought an email might be helpful but the many times I started one, I just stared at a blank screen. I was really lost on how to begin my approach. I knew what I wanted to say, I was a little afraid of sounding like a stalker.

It's been so incredible these last couple weeks seeing how God has provided even more of my tuition. It's encouraging to see the kind of support through prayer and finances that I will have while I am living in Los Angeles. I am psyched as I am only two days away from moving into my dorm at the Dream Center. Thursday the 8th of September my family and I will be driving down to LA and then Friday the 9th I will begin to move into my new home. I am so excited to unpack and create a cozy little dorm for my roommate and myself. Just a week or two ago found out who my roommate is going to be. His name is Alec and he lives in North Carolina. We have been in contact and we are both so excited to be rooming together. It is very interesting how God

Moving from a Chicago Suburb to a smaller town was pretty difficult at first, but the more I’ve lived in this town, I’ve grown to like it better than my old town. Moving from a town with nearly fifty thousand people to a town about a seventh of the size was a big benefit. Seeing that in my old town people only knew their neighbors or the parents of their kids. But here, when I first moved, in our neighbor asked if we were the people at the soccer tryouts. We haven’t talked to anyone yet, so we were a bit weirded out. But it’s nice knowing that there is always someone who knows who you are.

“She is so stupid!” a girl whispered to her friend. They both giggled after they talked bad about me. Even though I can’t speak any English, I could still understand what they said. Those words will be in my mind for the rest of my life.

On this rock there are a whole bunch of stars and hearts. They are all over the place, almost like sprinkles. There is a path that goes one house to another one that is far away from it. It makes my rock feel like home. It kind of smells like the way it smells at the end of summer. When everyone is starting to get ready for school to start, and it starts to cool down. It makes you remember to make time for the little things, because one day, you might look back and realize they were really the big things in your life. The stars represent all of the memories I have from Utah. All of the stars are spread out and have hearts in between them. Just like how most good moments in your life, are not all at the same time, they

In the summer of 2008, my family moved into Laurel, Maryland. An old friend of my father invited us to come over to his house to meet each other's family and talk about old times. Their family wasn't big compared to our family; I have 2 brothers and 2 sisters while he had 2 daughters. His daughters invited me and my siblings to play soccer in their backyard. We agreed without hesitation. We couldn't split into even teams since it was 7 kids playing. So we decided that me and my older brother would be a team since we had more skills in the game. It was an extremely competitive game between us, I was pushed to my limit when suddenly I saw a stream of lights flicker throughout my eyes and collapsed. My initial reaction was to breath, but my

It was April 19th, 1957. I got onto my bus, the number 48 bus, as usual after a hard day at the Chrysler factory in Detroit, Michigan. I sat in the whites section, in my usual seat by the window so I could see the town moving at high speed as I drove through the bowels of the city. I’ve been working for Chrysler for 42 years, ever since I was 17 years old. I’ve watched this town grow ever since my first day on the job, when I got on this same bus. I’d gone from a simple, small-minded floor worker to being the entire plant manager in my years, and the town had grown with the factory. Detroit went from a no-name town to a booming, growing town with great economic promise. The bus made a few stops, gobbling up and spitting out people with every

I started my transformation 6 month ago when after 2 years of my immigration process to Canada,I didn't worked out and simply ate everything without thinking! I just had the most common excuses that are well known! No time,new country, hard job where I can't eat normally etc.

Growing up, I never moved houses, I’ve always lived in the same neighborhood with the same neighbor since I was born. Though, my house was never home, the world was. Every summer, we would travel to a different country for up to 2 months at one point, and given that my birthday is in the summer, I always spent it in a different place than the last. My earliest memory of one of these travels is to Guatemala when I was 7 and I celebrated my birthday with my family and the locals deep in the forest. Then when I was 10, I spent my birthday on a sleeper train while traveling across China followed by special Chinese deserts later in a local restaurant. I began to call the friends I made but could sometimes barely understand my family, and included

In this personal narrative i’m going to write about the reason my family moved to Oregon, but this is very personal to me. I’m going to explain every feeling that was going on. I am going to explain the problems and the resolutions.

If I could live anywhere in the world and money wasn’t an issue I imagine myself to move to New York City, nowhere specifically I just know that I would live in NYC in what seems the world’s smallest apartment with massive windows that let lots of sunlight through.