Personal Narrative: Moving To America

One day nearly two years ago, I came back from the worst trip and experience ever in my life. Three years ago, my family made the biggest decision of our lifetime together and we had decided to move. Now the fact that we were moving didn’t bother me or my little sister, it was just the simple fact that we were moving from our home that we had grown up in our entire life. The only problem was the fact that we had eventually found out that we were going to move to Oregon. This Alabama home that we grew up in was very special to me and my sister but it wasn’t the one of best of places. We had lived right beside our grandparents and we loved to go up the hill and see them and us moving had rendered that possibility from happening any longer. After me and Alaja, my sister, had found out where we were moving to and that we knew for sure me, Alaja, and my mom started to pack our entire house while my dad was at work. The packing process took approximately 2 weeks. We had rented a U-Haul trailer to attach to the back of our Durango and filled it to the brim plus the trunk of our truck too.
Like when we went through Wyoming and seen the beautiful mountains mixed with rolling plains and buffalo. Or when we went through Missouri and seen the massive St. Louis Arch in St. Louis. Also whenever we actually hit Oregon because, I have never seen any other place in the world with that much green in its landscape. The town that we eventually settled in was a tiny town called “Rainier.” It was right on the Washington line and we had to do all of our shopping over in Washington too. We lived in Oregon for a total of one year and then we moved back to Alabama, while our dad stayed in Oregon because he didn’t want to leave his brother again. A year and a half later, he moved back to