Personal Narrative: How Moving Changed My Life

Never in my outright life would I have fathomed life to have thrown me a curve ball like the one pitched at me in August of 2012. The person I once knew, Tammy, had gone missing until she found herself. The transition to a puny town from an immense city completely changed who I was. Let’s start from the beginning. I had a vast amount of friends, majority of my school knew me, being accepted into AVID, people knew my religious personality, and accepted my disposition, and I had a sense of belonging. Realizing where my heart resided, I discovered what my passions were. For the first time, I had felt like I understood where I was headed with my life; with my faith by my side. Extracurricular activities, core classes, sports, church, and social life were also aspects that seemed to roam flawlessly in my fairytale. My entire being, my soul, was completely intact with my world and the essence of happiness seemed to embrace me. There was no way to
Acquiring my natural optimistic inclination, these words were exhilarating; however, they became the words I soon detested. Lonely, bitter, hateful, and depressed, began to characterize my identity while I endured my transition. Furthermore, my entire life changed from being social, to becoming an outcast to my peers. Interests I used to have, such as reading, running, and philosophy, became absurd and futile. Negativity fueled my drive and motivation appeared nonexistentially throughout the course of my freshman year. Additionally, people from my town did not want to attempt to discern the type of person I was and how my identity became to be. Tammy Sanchez, the worthless “nobody”, became her label. The once buoyant, social, passionate, lady who saw life as her own fairytale, now conceived that life has no blissful ending. Having lost the basis of my being, I would stare into the mirror and constantly fail to recognize the person standing in front of