Personal Narrative: Moving To Wisconsin

Making the Move
Moving to northern Wisconsin as a young girl was a scary and confusing time. Having been born in Chicago, all I knew was a big city, the crowds of people, the nonstop traffic and all the noises. My home, it was the only place I knew. How could my parents make a decision like this? How could they make me move to a place I had only visited once before -- but barely remembered? The sadness I felt was so overwhelming during that transition that I told myself that if I ever had a family, I would never make them move. As an adult, many years later, I look back and almost chuckle. My family and I have moved many times, for work or family and even adventure. Now as an adult, I push my children to find adventure in every move
That is where the next challenge of moving started. My old school was in a really large building. My grandma used to wake my sister and I up in the morning, get us dressed, feed us breakfast and walk us four blocks to our school. Sometimes, when it was really cold, we would ride on the city bus. Our playground had a few monkey bars and some swings on a cement lot with a fence. My old school also segregated the playground, girls played on one side and the boys played on another. When my grandma reached the gate for the girl’s side of the playground, she would always give us a big hug and a kiss. Even though it was embarrassing for a young girl to be kissed in public by her grandma, I always felt safe knowing she made sure I got to school and home with her by my
That is right, the home that we dreaded but now missed. Throughout the rest of my childhood, I would spend my school years in northern Wisconsin and my summers in the Southside of Chicago. As I got older, I learned how lucky I was to have been able to experience both worlds. My cousins in the city were jealous we got to ride horses, milk cows, and ski in the winter. My friends in the country thought I was so lucky that I got to visit the Sears Tower every summer and knew of all the cool, trendy songs before the roller rink played them.
Now, as adult, I look forward to my next move in life. Each new town or city I live in has its own special place. I do not get sad anymore leaving one house to move into another. I look forward to the change of environment and look forward to the new opportunities to learn about the area, including the people, culture and new foods. As a mom, I make each new move an adventure for our girls. I remember that feeling of losing something. In actuality, I was gaining. I want to make sure they see it that way, too. Life is an adventure, it should not be