Personal Narrative: My Experience Of Moving To VA

My change is about when I moved to Washington from Indiana. When my real dad dropped use off at our drop off spot. We want to a store, and got a drink. After that we started to drive away, I was so many emotions. The reasons for these emotions because I was moving closer to my family, I was losing my friends.My step-dad as driving the u hale and my mom was in the truck with me, my brothers, and my grandma was in the u hale with my step-dad. We also had a two cat's in cages and a turtle which was in a small cage with a tiny bit of water. We stopped at a lot of rest stops at first. I heard my mom say "we need gas" or " call your dad and tell him to stop there."

When I turned 5 my mom took me on a trip to someplace strange, I didn’t really know where I was going all I knew was I’d finally get to meet my dad. So after about a week long trip I arrived in Laredo Texas, where we stayed for a week or so before we were driven to Austin. My life completely

At the age of 27, I had an epiphany; For my entire adult life, I had not been truly living. After careful consideration of solutions, seemingly endless nights of research, and thorough preparation, my decision was to uproot myself and move from Virginia to Colorado. In the three years that I lived there I learned many things about myself and my surroundings. I discovered the most beautiful and amazing nature scenes and had some exciting adventures. The daily sunshine and glorious views always brought a smile to my face and lifted my spirits. If I ever woke up not feeling great, all I had to do was take a step outside. There, my energy levels soared as I hiked my days away and enjoyed peace in the mountains, at the parks, and by the lakes and

It was pouring rain the day I moved to Tennessee, which reflected exactly how I felt on the inside. One week before my Junior year of high school, my parents decided to relocate the family six hours away from where I’d lived my entire life—a decision that was not supported by all those involved.

One day about two weeks before summer vacation at the time I was in fifth grade. My mom comes to me younger sister in our bedroom with her looks at us with her bright hazel eyes. She told us something “We are moving girls we got to start packing we are going to be living with your Uncle and aunt for a while”. That wisent the first time she’s said this to us new home new school but for some reason this one scared me a little more. A few days later we began to pack and within a week’s time we were done.

When I was only four years old, my life changed forever. It was the year I moved to North Carolina. My dad’s friend got him a job opportunity that he simply couldn’t give up. So, he quit his job and found a nice rental house to live in. I had moved before but I don’t remember. I moved from Indiana to North Carolina with my brother my cat and my parents. When I moved to North Carolina, I was aware of what was happening, but I never realized how different everything would be. The house we moved into we only lived in for a year, but it was a pretty hectic year.

So in October of 2014, I made a decision that I wanted more out of life and decided to move to Columbia, S.C. It has been an adventure and decided I could not have been more proud of. I am a country girl from a small town of Newberry County with country fields, historical buildings, apartment complex, and the joys of knowing everyone in the town. I have always wanted to get out of the small town and have desired to see and experience what else life had to offer in another city, even though it is only thirty to forty-five minutes from my hometown, I consider it a new beginning and start in my success of life.

I was 9 years old when my mom came to with a question she had. She made it sound really serious, I thought something horrible happened. When she finally got to the question it turned out to be amazing! She asked me if I wanted and was okay with moving to Florida. Of course me being 9 thought it was such exciting news. I obviously said yes, but a few months later made me regret my decision.

Growing up as a military brat wasn't easy, there were many places we had to go to and we didn't have a choice. One of those places was here ,Illinois, and I was ten when we made the move here.This move was probably the hardest thing I have ever physically gone through considering all of my mom and I's stuff was lost in the ocean because the place we moved from was Hawaii.So, when we got here me and mom both didn't have our stuff but the rest of my family did.To make matters worse my dad was being shipped out to South Korea and we didn't have a house. For a whole year we were homeless,we put what was left of our stuff into storage and moved in with grandma. As terrible as that year was, it taught me a lot about what some people actually live

I will never forget that day, the day I casually walked downstairs to find my parents sitting face to face at the kitchen table with both arms crossed and a serious look on their faces. I slowly walk towards my dad who is reaching out to give me a hug, looking at me with his sorrowful eyes, tells me that he will be moving out. At the time, I remember feeling confused, but I did not feel so emotionally affected because I was only just 5 years old. Being raised in a single parent household has been a challenge in my life and has impacted me through financial problems, social situations, and maturity.

Through a short path in the woods on a cool evening, I’m riding in a red wagon being pulled by my father. My two sisters little legs are racing down the path to the beach carrying roasting sticks and s’mores supplies. My mom’s concerned voice is yelling out, “Be careful!” as we make our way to the beach, the breeze inviting the smell of salt water to surround me.

I was ten years old when we left our home state. My father had recently been in two severe car accidents that had left him physically challenged. Not long after arriving in our new state, my parents left the apartment we had been staying in so we could go on an extended “camping trip”. The camping trip was last minute since we were evicted from where we had been staying. My parents were able to gather enough money together and we began to live out of various motels as the van my parents had was repossessed.

When I finished with my medical school I was thinking should I continue to take the traditional pathway of getting into my residency. I was wondering which is the best way to be impactful. In other words, why I shouldn’t give myself a chance in something else. I started to read about entrepreneurship, at first it was very exciting, after a while I started to believe that no easy way to get your startup on the track. I was lacking on technical skills, so I started to heavily teach myself programming skills required to build my product. It was very devastating the amount of efforts to build good background in the modern world. The market was hot enough, there was many aggressive competitors. My first launch failed miserably. I was depressed that

Our family was moving from our old house in the county into a new house in the city. We had to do this, because my mom had just given birth to my younger

My mother moved us to a tiny house, about a 3 hour drive away, in a town called Fort Collins, Colorado. In my young mind, it was far, far away. I was so excited to see a new place!! I remember going out on my bike, riding as fast as I could, while the wind was blowing my hair, checking out the neighborhood. It was just my mom, my sisters, and me in our small house.