Personal Narrative: My Life On The Move

For most of my life, I have always been on the move. Due to my parent’s job’s, I have traveled to many different schools, cities, and even countries. At the age of eight, I was dragged from my primary school in India and transfer to a different school outside my state. This was the place where I had grown up with many of my friends since kindergarten and some almost from nursery school. While some kids may have been enthusiastic to get transferred to a new school since it was one of the best in the country, I wasn’t content one bit. I started missing my friends immediately and was not ready to make new friends.
After a few years, I had made a trusted circle of friends that to this day I’m connected with. Unfortunately, my parents were told that they were being transferred yet again and this time, it was nothing small. My dad told me that he was being reassigned to the United State's and he had the choice of bringing the whole family with him. Yet again, I resisted my parents because I knew that I would be leaving all my friends here and the idea of going to a foreign school at the age of 12 did not sound pleasing
My parents told me that the transition from a school that was nearly 8,000 miles away was never going to be easy but something that I would have to manage. To this day I can recall my first day of an American public middle school. While the students and teachers were welcoming at the best I can imagine, I could still remember feeling left out. The language barrier, the cultural difference, and many other words that I could have cared less when I was in India all started to make sense and I was able to learn one word real quick; adapting. At that point, I had to make sure that I held my ground and did not let anything take the best of me. To this day the experiences and lessons that I learned, taught me how to be