Personal Narrative: My Moving To Pennsylvania

"You'll be alright, Beka. This is a great opportunity for you to make new friends" my mom said when she broke the news.. When my mom told me we were moving she said were moving to a small town, but she never really told me how small the town was.

I moved to Connecticut in the September of 2008 because my Dad had a job transfer. This was around the time that I started the second grade. I was introduced to so many people and they were all so nice to me. Six years later, I made countless friends and started to feel like Connecticut was where I wanted to stay forever. But in December of 2014, my Dad got a phone call from a company in South Jersey and they wanted him to work for them. At first, he worked 3 days in Camden, and the rest of the week in Connecticut. That was difficult though because we did not get to see him as often as we wanted to. My parents then sat my brother and I down and asked us if we wanted to move to South Jersey. I did not know what to think. After six years, I loved living in Connecticut and I wanted to stay there. They told us that it would be a lot easier to move down to Jersey instead of my dad traveling every week. My brother and I both agreed that this is what we are going to have to do. I can still remember that day though. It seemed liked the world was going to a scorching end. At least my world was. I started to tell my friends that

Moving from the South to the Midwest was a huge change in my life. For my whole life I grew up to the southern hospitality and the tang of salt in the air since the beach was always less than 5 minutes away wherever I lived. Now I moved to a place where they flip you off to say hi, and the closest thing to an ocean is a sea of grass that seems to go on forever. Although I am now adapted to the change for the most part, it took me awhile to break in to the social norms of an average Midwest kids.

Roughly four years ago I moved to Buffalo with my mom and two sisters, best move ever. Before then I had lived in Rochester, or to be more specific, Brockport. My childhood house was big and gray. It had a huge yard and very long driveway. However, my house in Brockport is not my home. I call home my green and white Tudor styled Kenmore house. It has a small green yard and a short driveway. It has been the best part of my life because of all the opportunities that were missed out on when you live so far away. Here in Buffalo I have the opportunity to go the high school where my mom, aunts, grandma, cousins, and sisters all graduated from. For now my job is going to that high school, but the second I turn sixteen, I will be working as a cashier at the dashes down the street from my home, a little family tradition. The reason I moved though, is hands down the most awful thing to happen to me or that can happen to a little kid, like I was at the time.

Unlike many of my peers, I wasn’t raised in Montgomery County. I was born in Savannah, Georgia on September 10th 1997. After Georgia we lived in Anchorage, Alaska. During that time my now 16 year old sister, Asha was born. After Alaska we packed up and moved to Fairfield, Ohio. My now 11 year old sister, Malea was born there. That’s where I ended up spending almost 12 years there.After moving constantly when I was younger due to my mom being in the Army, it was nice to be stable somewhere. We ended up moving to Gaithersburg after my mom got a promotion in D.C. I started my Junior year at Quince Orchard very scared and nervous. Luckily, I met some amazing people that helped adjust to the move. The move to Gaithersburg made me realize that I

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.

So before I was a resident of Delaware I was born and Raised in Southern California, had lived there all my life and I have an abundant amount of friends and family. My father decided we needed and change so we jumped on a plane at the end of the summer, here we were new to this life, I have to admit I love the outdoors and love the culture and atmosphere of Delaware but not knowing anyone was really difficult. I mean we had some family out here but it wasn’t like home and it defiantly took some time to get used to. When it was time for school I was defiantly scared to say the least. I remember walking to the first day of school like it was yesterday, I was scared to show up to a new school not knowing anyone it was one f the worst feelings

April 1, 2016 my family moved to Lancaster, CA. We had been living in the city of Inglewood

When I first moved to California, I was accompanied by a group of students with high moral. Allegedly, they had just won a state tournament, and I was lucky enough to bump into them while they were celebrating. Before I bumped into them, I was in a pittance of peril, because I had gotten lost on my way back to the dorms, my phone died, and I felt as though I was being followed someone, so you can imagine how thankful I am for meeting

My move to NYC ended up being an abrupt push into adulthood that was more daunting than I expected. I found myself in a large,expensive city.Due to my family’s financial situation,all costs of living were on my shoulders, and I attended a university with a demanding course load. I found myself needing to learn to manage my time, make money, and navigate this foreign place. This led to a rocky start academically. Determined to succeed, I considered all my resources: college events, my advisor, and academic centers. I created an increasing trend in my GPA,and I took a major I was passionate about.I worked multiple jobs sometimes up to 30 hours a week, while still gaining unique life experiences. Although my path to this point may have been

Everyone has that moment in their life where your parents make a decision for you and they don’t tell you until the last minute, right? That’s what happened to me when my parents decided to move to Virginia without telling me, like it was a surprise. My parents just decided that it was okay to move from a perfect paradise in Hawaii to a dull and simple town in Virginia. Of course, my parents didn’t consult me about our sudden move; they knew that I would miss living in a blissful city and refuse. Then again, I was seven at the time and they probably didn’t want a child to decide for them. So, my family packed our bags and moved to Norfolk, Virginia. Once we arrived in the new state, my emotional state also changed and every pastime that

“ Okay I go to New Mexico if this makes you happy mom and is better for the both of us.” I tried to say that with as much confidence as I could but I think it was enough.

"We were notified about this," my mom started. "I was very nervous because it was out of state, but we found out we could go with you. As long as that was on the table, I was find with it. We can keep an eye on you." That's why they said yes.

I was a little speechless and did not know what to say. So many things were running through me head. “Bro-bro let me get back to you on that”.

“Mom, you don't understand how hard it is to move and always feel like you don't fit in. We just moved here not to long ago and i just made some friends. I don't want to move” I said with a soft but angry voice.