Essay About Moving Away

Staring out the window of the airplane, part of me hoped that somehow things would all work out. The other part of me knew that recovering from something like this would be very unlikely. This was not the first time I had visited the busy historical city of Newcastle-upon-Tyne, England, but this trip will stay in my heart forever. I learnt that nobody lives forever and we have to appreciate the people we love while we have them. Early October of 2011, at the inexperienced age of 13, I faced the cruel reality that is death. Devastation, confusion, and frustration consumed my thoughts. My whole world had been turned upside down, let me explain.

Both my parents immigrated from England before I was born, so seeing my extended family has always been a struggle. We try to visit them once a year, but the expense has unfortunately forced us to settle with every other year. This has often caused me to feel like a stranger, even to my own family. Such was especially the case with my grandfather on my father’s side, Grandpa Alwyn. I hardly knew anything about him, but I always imagined he lived a very full life. His house was always full of odd little bits and bobs, that I assumed he had

My father would be traveling to London for a business trip very soon, so taking a little detour north to see his father in the hospital seemed logical. Having recently entered the world of homeschooling, I wanted to tag along. My parents had been somewhat sceptical since I would be required to stay with my grandmother during the week when my father was in London. This was the first I had ever been away from my parents, but I was convinced that I would be alright. Traveling without my mother and younger brother seemed strange, but I knew that they could not be spared from their commitments. Nevertheless I felt excited, even when traveling for such a somber reason; a vacation is a