Moving Home Research Paper

Life Changing Experience
The experience of moving in a new home is a life changing moment for me. I have grown up in my old home ever since I was born. While I was growing up, I met new friends that happened to go to the same school like me. I started cherishing memories of the times where my best friend would walk to my house and ask my mom if I can come outside to hangout. My best friend and I was really close to each other that we were just one house down from one another. The part that hurts me is saying goodbye, even if I know it is not a goodbye, I will never know when is the next time I will see her again. Arriving at my new home was a devastating moment for me. I know I will eventually get custom to this new arrangement, but it is
hard to let go of the home you held so many memories in. It is one of those days where I was not mentally prepared for this new home arrangement.
As I came home from school, my parents was already packing some of our belongings in the moving truck. Additionally, my sisters were walking back and forth to place old items of ours on this table that was sitting outside in front of our home. I decided to help them out by passing them old items that I was finding in our closets. While I was passing them items, I was roaming around my old home one last time before we had left. The only memory that kept rushing in the back of my head, was the memory when I had met my best friend. I knew right then, I had to stop by and visit her one last time before we
go. My family and I had a few hours left till we started heading down the road. Everything was packed up ready to go; house was spotless, and the old items were sold to our neighbors. I had more than enough time to at least see my best friend one last time. I gradually walked to her place and knocked on her door with a positive look on my face. She opened the door and started crying so hard right in front of me, I couldn’t help but cry with her. As we both calmed down and talked it out for a bit, we both decided to spend our valuable time at the park. My friend and I walked to the park and sat on the benches near the gates. From that moment, we had instantly felt a rush full of memories of the times we had spent together. We began sharing memories of how we used to have so much at the park. We would bring her little sister and brother to play with us at the park. We would ride our bikes, play kickball, play zombie tag, and much more. Periodically, it was time to go and travel to our new home. My best friend hugged me and told me it is not a goodbye, it is a ‘see you later’. That was when I knew, she would always be my number one friend.
As the day came of the arrival of our new home, I was nervous.
There was thoughts running through my head as to what to expect. The moment as we arrived at our new home, I was truly amazed of the outlooks of the neighborhood. The neighborhood had a welcoming feeling where I knew I was at home. The part that I loved, was when I had enter our new home to see what it is like. I loved the new fresh home scent and the way how the place was set up. I went upstairs and view my room that was twice as big as my old room. I was thankful and blessed at that moment. I decided to go outside and meet the new neighbors that my parents already talked to. They was very nice and friendly towards us that we decided to welcome them in our new home. We sat down and ate with them; I was able to get to know the daughter of their family that has the same similar personality as me. It was a memorable moment to cherish with new neighbors. The next day, it was a weird feeling. I was so used of waking up of seeing my sister right beside me, but I forgot we have our own rooms now. I was truly happy that we had moved in our new home. A remarkable day to remember, is also a memorable day to keep forever. My experience of moving into a new home was not as expected. I was happy at first when I heard the news that we were moving out, but stepping in my old home for the last time was nothing but a rush full of memories. It is a hard step to go through when knowing I had grew up in that home; meeting new friends,
and experiencing the joyful memories that I had cherished with everyone. As I took one last look at the old house, it was instantly a lifestyle adjustment that I have to get custom to.