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Personal Narrative: Moving States
Who could've thought moving states could cause such a change? I never knew it could… this much. As the for sale was ripped out of my yard, we returned back into my previous house. This was the day we moved to hot and big Texas. We hauled all our boxes, big and small, short and tall, into the moving truck. “Let's go,” my mom yelled. We started our journey to Texas, and I could already feel sorrow in my heart.

As we arrived to the gigantic airport in Orlando, we walked onto our flight, and I felt a feeling of sadness but also joy to move to Texas, meet new people, and do new things! When we landed in Texas, I gazed out on the unfamiliar place and pondered, “ Where are the cacti and sand dunes?’’ This was when I realized that Texas isn't what
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