Moving Home Narrative

The door shut with a bang. I looked outside my blurred window, and watched the droplets of rain, dance through the sky and on to the ground. I glanced at my phone it was 11:00 pm. I looked out my window again, and I saw it. What we drove 12 hours for. Our new house, for a while. I climbed out of the moving truck, and started helping my parents and siblings unload the truck. It took us 4 hours to get everything out. It was night, and the house was empty, it looked like no soul had lurked here for a while. Since we got here so late there was no beds. So we had to sleep on the cold hardwood floor with pillows and blankets. Sounds like the perfect day ever right, moving away from somewhere you have lived since kindergarten, to half way across the country. Having to ride in a car for 12 hours then unload a moving truck for 4 hours. Then having to sleep on the hardwood floor. The most perfect day. You’re probably wondering how I got myself here, I’ll tell you.

“Hey Honey. You
“He got the job. We’re going to be moving to Missouri.” My mom said excitedly. It felt like the whole world just stopped. I felt nauseous, like I was falling off a cliff, like I was in a dark cave with no way out. I felt like my world had just ended.

“What do you mean he got the job, Mom?” I asked stuttering.

“The place in Kansas City, Missouri that interviewed him, hired him, and they’re are the only ones to give him a job. So, we’re moving to Missouri.” She said like it was so obvious.

The next day I walked into school depressed, and I didn’t try to hide the emotion on my face. It wasn’t until I walked into my Mrs. Nicholson’s room that I told my friends what was happening. Shock, confusion, and depression showed up on their faces, and they looked like I just slapped them.

“What do you mean you’re moving?” Karlee worriedly asked.

“My dad got a job in Missouri. So, we have to move there.” I said like it was no big deal, but it was a big