Narrative About Moving

I loved my life in Wabasso because I had a lot of friends and our class size was small so we all knew each other personally. In Wabasso there was very little traffic so I rode my bike around the town daily. Since It was a small town we also knew the teachers personally as well. My dad had four jobs total in Wabasso before he decided to get a new job somewhere else and that somewhere else was in New Ulm. His new job was at the rock quarry being a loading operator. He worked there for nine months before he decided we should move.
“Why are we moving?” I asked him.
“Because do you want to drive a hour and forty minutes everyday for nine months.”
“But i don’t want to move!” I firmly told him.
“Well that is not up to you now is it.” Hearing those words devastated me and i would go on to cry for the rest of the day. I was told not to tell my friends at school about us moving but i couldn’t hold that for them. So at the end of the day I told the two of them that i was moving they were sad but they helped me and when I was sad they made me happy again.
One day I was on my way home from school and I saw the for sale sign in my front yard.
On the day before we were gonna pack up and move our stuff into our house in school everybody knew i was moving away tomorrow.
The teacher who knew this put a chair in the front of the room and made me sit in it and everybody started taking turns sharing memories and funny stuff about me. I cried twice during the whole thing and both of the times were from my best friends who helped me all the
time.
On the day of the move I had packed all of my stuff the day before and loaded it into our moving truck and left for our new house. It felt like forever to get to the new house and saying goodbye to my hometown was the hardest thing I had ever had to do in my life. When we got into New Ulm I was stunned I had never seen anything like it before. The drive to our new house was only another 3 minutes and was scary there were so many cars and they were driving really fast but still going the speed limit.
Once we got there and started unpacking our moving truck one of the neighbors came over and introduced himself. My mom told us to go inside the house and pick a room and i got the one at the far end of the hall. I had unpacked all of my stuff quick mainly just putting it in the closet and throwing it on my floor. After our first night in the house our mom took us around the town and I hated it and didn't bother paying attention but my sister on the other hand loved it.
Then the day i dreaded came, I had to go to school. I was scared, nervous, and most of all shy I didn’t talk to anybody for a whole week. Then I decided to overcome my shyness and talked to a bunch of people and made even more friends after that and I don't regret it even to this day. So I learned that if you get out of your comfort zone you will make lots of friends.