Personal Narrative: Moving To Oregon

Moving to Oregon

Thinking back on it now, Alaska was an important part of my life, having lived there for the majority of the time I’ve been alive. The small town of Eagle River was a great place to live, even if it gets very cold in the winter. Since I’ve lived there for so long, I learned how to make my way around from Point A to Point B without much hassle and figured out how easily friends can come if you try. Where I lived in a neighborhood that wasn’t too far away from a safeway, so I could walk there and do some errands for my folks, and maybe do some shopping for myself as well. There was a park just across the way, which is where I spent most of my days if I wasn’t being a lazy nerd at my computer. If the summer wasn’t rainy, it
There was one large redeeming factor of many about living where I did. I live directly behind Fred Meyers, making shopping for food and such a breeze. The real challenge was knowing where the places I can get some food, besides Freds. Luckily, there just so happens to be a Wendys and Taco Bell fairly close by...not exactly the healthiest option for feeding myself, but who really cares? Sooner or later, I would work off all the wrong that grease did. Stop judging
My dad had the great idea to set up a projector and a screen in the garage and play a mirrored version of The Nightmare before Christmas for the children and other people who walked by to enjoy. However, the most elaborate setup for a holiday decoration was a 35’’ tree make of lights and a massive star, that my dad made by himself I might add. He didn’t make the lights themselves, just the structure they rested on, and he did a great job in my opinion. I feel like when we moved, we left behind our cautious selves and adopted the guise of people who seem crazy and nuts and all that, yet somewhat down to earth and understandable. Seeming crazy all the same, but also fun to chill and hangout