Moving Day-Personal Narrative
Moving Day The summer before my senior year was going to be the best one yet. Lying out in the hot summer air, going out with friends till one in the morning, sleepovers all week long, summer was going to be amazing! Not long into my summer vacation my mom had brought up the subject of us moving once again. It hadn’t really surprised me that she was bringing it up because I vividly remember her talking about it earlier in the year. She had been wanting to move for quite some time, always saying how nice it would be to get out of the city and into more of a country setting, perhaps to where my grandparents lived and some of my other close family. She spent the better part of the day discussing it with my brothers and me, and wanted to get our insight on the matter. Of course I didn’t want to, I didn’t want to leave my
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family, friends, and practically my whole life that I had been living for sixteen almost seventeen years, but I wanted to at least consider it for my mother. Before I knew it our house was up for sale and random people had been coming and going scoping out every little detail of the house to see if they might want to make an offer on it. This wasn’t just a house, this was my home, a home that me feel comfortable and safe in, and now people are coming in one by one and breaking that level of comfort. My mom had given me the option to stay behind and move in with a friend because she knew how much I wanted to spend my senior year with all my friends and to get the chance to walk with the class I have been with sense the fourth grade. I thought about it a lot, days on end but eventually deciding to go with my mom and start a new fresh life, I would always be there for my friends no matter what, distance didn’t mean a thing. I spent my last night in the city with friends, swimming all day long till the sky was dark the only light being that of the glistening stars. I remember that night like it was just yesterday. Saying goodbye to the people you’ve practically spent your whole childhood and teenage days with is never an easy thing to do, it was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do I couldn’t help but cry. I came back to the house that was no longer our home and stayed up all night thinking of how my new life was going to be, and when I would get to see all my friends again. We woke up the next morning and immediately began taking boxes out to the orange and white U-Haul with a mural of somewhere in Alaska printed on the side of it. I couldn’t bring myself to even start to pick up any of my boxes and take them down to the van; I just simply didn’t want to go anywhere and wanted to change my mind. I couldn’t believe this was really happening, I never thought this day was really going to come, but it did and there was no turning back. As the morning went on the house kept getting emptier by the minute and I didn’t know what I was supposed to be feeling or thinking. I just stood there looking into all the empty, pure white rooms. The time came and it was our turn to say our goodbyes and just remember all the happy times we all had and leave it at that. I was grateful that I got to learn and grow as a person in this home and to share it all with the best family I could ever ask for. My grandpa and two brothers took the U-Haul off to our new home in Elsinore while my mom and I went to our realtors office to sign the last few papers that needed to be signed and to hand the keys over to the new proud owners. At that moment I felt a sense of relief, I didn’t know why but it felt good. We eventually made it to our new house, it was so much different, something that was going to take us all a while to get used to. There was so much space everywhere; the air was so thin and crisp to breathe in it made my lungs feel happy, and there was so much space between us and our new neighbors, something you don’t see every day in the city. I must admit it was kind of exciting to move into a new house, to see what it’s like and to go around searching throughout the whole entire house just to see what kinds of weird things there were to find and to see what the previous owners have left if anything. We brought our things in box by box separating them from the kitchen, to the bathroom, to my room and so on. We were all so excited to pick out our own rooms and maybe even fight on who gets which bedroom. Needless to say I got to pick first so unfortunately there wasn’t much fighting involved. My summer wasn’t exactly going the way I had it all planned out but I was still enjoying it.
We got to do a lot of shopping and decorating rather than sleepovers and long nights out with the friends. School was just around the corner and I have never had to go into a new school as a teenager and try to make new friends, it was something that made me really nervous and I wasn’t too sure if it was something exciting to be experienced, I just thought if it was anything like my old high school I was not going to be excited. My plan was to go in and only have to take a few classes so I could try and avoid that whole making new friend’s part. I didn’t know how to make new friends; I’ve never had to make new ones so it was a lesson to be learned. My first day of school came quickly I tried my best to make some kind of excuse so I wouldn’t have to go. The school was so much different, it was tiny, one story high and a quarter of the class size of my old high school. I was used to climbing up three stories of stairs like I was climbing Mount Everest and being practically out of air by the time I reached the top. No doubt about it this was a whole new
life. My senior year wasn’t one that I had been expecting but I couldn’t have asked for a better school to be a part of, I got to walk with my new school and some of my friends and family were right there beside me in the end just as they were in the beginning. That whole year I grew as a person. I learned how to do things on my own without depending on a friend or my mother, I became independent as a woman, and I still to this day do not regret my decision of moving. I couldn’t be more proud of the accomplishments that I have made, and it has been the best lesson I have ever been given.
Moving Day
Shelby Hickmon
September 26th, 2010
English 1010
Mrs. Jensen
Autobiographical Essay
family, friends, and practically my whole life that I had been living for sixteen almost seventeen years, but I wanted to at least consider it for my mother. Before I knew it our house was up for sale and random people had been coming and going scoping out every little detail of the house to see if they might want to make an offer on it. This wasn’t just a house, this was my home, a home that me feel comfortable and safe in, and now people are coming in one by one and breaking that level of comfort. My mom had given me the option to stay behind and move in with a friend because she knew how much I wanted to spend my senior year with all my friends and to get the chance to walk with the class I have been with sense the fourth grade. I thought about it a lot, days on end but eventually deciding to go with my mom and start a new fresh life, I would always be there for my friends no matter what, distance didn’t mean a thing. I spent my last night in the city with friends, swimming all day long till the sky was dark the only light being that of the glistening stars. I remember that night like it was just yesterday. Saying goodbye to the people you’ve practically spent your whole childhood and teenage days with is never an easy thing to do, it was one of the hardest things I had ever had to do I couldn’t help but cry. I came back to the house that was no longer our home and stayed up all night thinking of how my new life was going to be, and when I would get to see all my friends again. We woke up the next morning and immediately began taking boxes out to the orange and white U-Haul with a mural of somewhere in Alaska printed on the side of it. I couldn’t bring myself to even start to pick up any of my boxes and take them down to the van; I just simply didn’t want to go anywhere and wanted to change my mind. I couldn’t believe this was really happening, I never thought this day was really going to come, but it did and there was no turning back. As the morning went on the house kept getting emptier by the minute and I didn’t know what I was supposed to be feeling or thinking. I just stood there looking into all the empty, pure white rooms. The time came and it was our turn to say our goodbyes and just remember all the happy times we all had and leave it at that. I was grateful that I got to learn and grow as a person in this home and to share it all with the best family I could ever ask for. My grandpa and two brothers took the U-Haul off to our new home in Elsinore while my mom and I went to our realtors office to sign the last few papers that needed to be signed and to hand the keys over to the new proud owners. At that moment I felt a sense of relief, I didn’t know why but it felt good. We eventually made it to our new house, it was so much different, something that was going to take us all a while to get used to. There was so much space everywhere; the air was so thin and crisp to breathe in it made my lungs feel happy, and there was so much space between us and our new neighbors, something you don’t see every day in the city. I must admit it was kind of exciting to move into a new house, to see what it’s like and to go around searching throughout the whole entire house just to see what kinds of weird things there were to find and to see what the previous owners have left if anything. We brought our things in box by box separating them from the kitchen, to the bathroom, to my room and so on. We were all so excited to pick out our own rooms and maybe even fight on who gets which bedroom. Needless to say I got to pick first so unfortunately there wasn’t much fighting involved. My summer wasn’t exactly going the way I had it all planned out but I was still enjoying it.
We got to do a lot of shopping and decorating rather than sleepovers and long nights out with the friends. School was just around the corner and I have never had to go into a new school as a teenager and try to make new friends, it was something that made me really nervous and I wasn’t too sure if it was something exciting to be experienced, I just thought if it was anything like my old high school I was not going to be excited. My plan was to go in and only have to take a few classes so I could try and avoid that whole making new friend’s part. I didn’t know how to make new friends; I’ve never had to make new ones so it was a lesson to be learned. My first day of school came quickly I tried my best to make some kind of excuse so I wouldn’t have to go. The school was so much different, it was tiny, one story high and a quarter of the class size of my old high school. I was used to climbing up three stories of stairs like I was climbing Mount Everest and being practically out of air by the time I reached the top. No doubt about it this was a whole new
life. My senior year wasn’t one that I had been expecting but I couldn’t have asked for a better school to be a part of, I got to walk with my new school and some of my friends and family were right there beside me in the end just as they were in the beginning. That whole year I grew as a person. I learned how to do things on my own without depending on a friend or my mother, I became independent as a woman, and I still to this day do not regret my decision of moving. I couldn’t be more proud of the accomplishments that I have made, and it has been the best lesson I have ever been given.
Moving Day
Shelby Hickmon
September 26th, 2010
English 1010
Mrs. Jensen
Autobiographical Essay