Personal Narrative: My Life After Moving
I could feel the room go dark, it was a repeat of what had just happened a few years ago. A mix of uneasy emotions went through me as my parents gave me the news that we were once again going to move. At the time I was only in the 5th grade, about 11 years old. Life was going great. I had finally developed some stability in my life after moving, but I felt my life beginning to crumble when I found out that it was going to happen all over again. My family and I had just moved into our home in Plano, TX, close to where the majority of my family lived I didn’t really like my house at first, it was larger and in a busier area than my tiny old house which was located in an area where it was slow paced and relaxed. However, through time I developed
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We began this process by doing what anyone else who moves does, which would be to begin packing up all their belongings into boxes. As I did this I felt as if every time I put one of my things into a box I was slowly packing up my life into this box and just as people lose things when they move, I was going to lose who I was as a person. My personality, hobbies, friends, and family were going to be packed up to never be seen again. As my family had completed the job of packing everything, we began the next step in completing our move which was going to our new home. Not that this step was already bad enough as it is, we had to journey all the way to the small town of Germantown, MD, which felt more like venturing through all 50 U.S. states rather than just going to one. Yet the worst part about the drive was not the brutal voyage across the country, it was the view that I saw almost every second of that three-day long ride. As I peered out of the window all I saw was an endless line of depressing, old boring trees and plants. I figured that I might as well get used to seeing those things, as that was most likely going to be what the view out of the window in my house. The window which I planned on staring out of the majority of the time to pass by the days in my new horror of a
We began this process by doing what anyone else who moves does, which would be to begin packing up all their belongings into boxes. As I did this I felt as if every time I put one of my things into a box I was slowly packing up my life into this box and just as people lose things when they move, I was going to lose who I was as a person. My personality, hobbies, friends, and family were going to be packed up to never be seen again. As my family had completed the job of packing everything, we began the next step in completing our move which was going to our new home. Not that this step was already bad enough as it is, we had to journey all the way to the small town of Germantown, MD, which felt more like venturing through all 50 U.S. states rather than just going to one. Yet the worst part about the drive was not the brutal voyage across the country, it was the view that I saw almost every second of that three-day long ride. As I peered out of the window all I saw was an endless line of depressing, old boring trees and plants. I figured that I might as well get used to seeing those things, as that was most likely going to be what the view out of the window in my house. The window which I planned on staring out of the majority of the time to pass by the days in my new horror of a