The blaring noise of taxicabs and buses honking their horns at each other woke me. I looked around in awe, still blinking the sleep in my eyes away. The sheer number of people was astounding, and the noise! This was not Bowling Green, Kentucky. I finally realized that we had arrived to Chicago, the Windy City.
It was during the summer of 2005. My family and I were going to move from Bowling Green, Kentucky, a small town in the Bluegrass State. My dad had secured a new job in the large city of Chicago. As you can imagine, I was not too pleased with this new development, even though it would be quite exciting. After all, no one likes to move to new places or go through considerable changes. Furthermore, it was summer, school didn’t start until August, and life was really peaceful and likeable in the “country.” I had made many friends during the two years my family had lived in Kentucky, and I was content with my life there, and I remember when we first drove into Chicago. All the clamor from the taxicabs and buses grated in my ears, and the sheer number of people walking along the s...
Becoming the person I am today and overcoming all the roadblocks and detours life has thrown at me, was not easy. An epiphany that has helped change me into a more independant woman, transpired in the office of a dealership. At that moment is when it dawned on me that I’d officially entered adulthood. My significant other, however, sees my move from New York to Connecticut as my most significant and life changing experience. Both of our perspectives were definitely important milestones in my life, but one seemed to tip the scale more than the other .
“I still remember the day we left like it was yesterday I will never forget pulling away and looking back at my childhood home. I will also never forget that my best childhood friend was not home the day we left so I never got to say goodbye. I remember thinking I was kind of glad that we didn't say goodbye because I didn't want our friendship to end.” This was the experience Carmie Trayer, now forty-one living in Sinking Spring, Pennsylvania felt when she moved from Ohio to Pennsylvania.
The mis en scene of the film Chicago really added to the overall story and made the films plot more understandable and aligning with what was going on. The costumes and make- up of the characters in Chicago was very vintage and set for the times of the 1940’s. Also the costumes and make up for the women characters of the film Chicago was very lusty and sensual for many of the dance scenes it the costumes involved short dresses, skirts and low cut ensembles. Red and dark colored lipstick was used on m any of the women characters during certain scenes. The men characters in the film Chicago wore old fashioned suits and top hats with dress shoes, suspenders, and button downs. Everything that would be typically worn in the 1940’s is what was worn in the musical film Chicago.
When I was 13, my family bought a farm in Monkey's Elbow, Kentucky. I had been use to the fast pace of the city I had lived in , Frankfort. I had thought transitioning from a city to more of a rural area wouldn’t have a big affect on me, but it did, a major one. In the late summer of 2012 my family bought the farm i now live on located along highway 146. The trips between our houses were unbearable. Lasting around three hours each from the farm to Frankfort several times a day.
When we arrived, it was a beautiful and sunny day. We checked into our hotel, waiting to move into the house we had rented sight unseen. The first couple of days were spent driving around town getting used to our surroundings. Our first summer here was beautiful, I surprised myself when I actually started enjoying my time in this unfamiliar place. The fall and winter seemed to go on forever, and with that so did the rain. It was challenging, moving from a place where our winters consisted of warm weather and clear skies to a place where the rain seemed to never stop. I was still unemployed, I hadn’t made close friends. I felt lost, I just wanted to make this place feel like home. In the later months I received an offer to work for an apartment complex as a leasing consultant, it seemed everything was falling into
Within a week of finding out my dad was gone forever, me along with my eight brothers and sisters, my recently widowed ( and pregnant ) mom, and a handful of personal items left the comfort of our small Charleston, home and were packed up in a van and shipped off to Memphis, Tennessee to start a new life. The wound of my father's death was still so raw that I refused to accept that the strange city of Memphis was my new home, and that somehow my father was alive and well, and all we needed to do was go back to Charleston and be with him. And as days in Memphis turned to weeks ,and then months, the realization and acceptance of my new life set in, and I began to embrace Memphis as my new home. as the years passed I made
Suddenly, I was put out of my “comfort” zone. Because my dad got a new job, I moved from a small city called Eugene to a big city called Portland. Me, along with my four other siblings, were put into a tiny private school with
Life in the middle school and high school was not easy for me. I had become an introvert, I still didn’t know how to be social, and I had very few friends. I was teased for being very quiet, and some people insinuated that I’m scared of fellow people. On the other hand life at home was difficult. My mother had become so bitter and pleased her was next to impossible. She became very harsh with my brother and me, and we were always scolded for even the smallest mistakes. Once in a while, my father would come for us and take us to the city he lived. I would look out of the windows as we drove out of town and would imagine how life in another city would feel like. I looked at the skies, and all I saw were promises of a better future. All my life I had lived in San
I was born and raised in Buffalo, New York and it’s all I’ve ever known. When I was younger my parents took me on little short trips like, Toronto and Columbus, Ohio. I was young, so I didn’t really remember a lot that was going on or different about the two places. When I got older, I decided I wanted a change in my life but did not know what or where. In September of 2003, I was invited to my cousin’s wedding in Charlotte, North Carolina. I decided to go and when I did, I did not want to return back to Buffalo. Of course, I had to come back to Buffalo because I was only visiting. I had made up in my mind right then, Charlotte, North Carolina was the place for my children and me. I decided to move to Charlotte before Christmas of that year. My experiences were years to remember. I stayed in Charlotte for a total of seven years. During the years I had been living in Charlotte, my most memorable experiences were the weather and the commuting.
Have you ever had to leave behind almost everything that you loved, and go somewhere new, and try new things? I have, and that’s something that’s still happening today. This is about my experience moving from Georgia, to Columbia, South Carolina. But before I even lived in Georgia, I lived in a small town in Virginia. Now looking back on it, I’m glad that our family left Virginia, because in Georgia, and now South Carolina, there’s so much more opportunity for success. But at the time it was very difficult, because that was all I knew. But that’s the reason I have hope for moving to Columbia. But I had to leave behind a whole lot of stuff in Georgia, and now it’s like I have to work really hard to get back what I once had.
The drive was long, but after some time we arrived at our new home, an apartment complex on the outskirts of the city. Our arrival and subsequent move-in was met with strange looks and whispers. It's not quite a feeling of hostility, yet my family felt slightly unwelcome. The following day, mom had two plans. The first plan was to finish her transfer to a new workplace, and the second was for my placement at a local school. The next day had arrived, and she left me at home with father. Hours later she had finished working out the details of her job and she had finally managed to place me in a school, Wolf-Ever elementary and high school. Classes for the children were to begin that Monday.
Whoosh! That is the precise sound I heard as the crazed flock of travelers headed for the train terminal. My best friend, Stacy, and I were left disoriented and understandably confused once the crowd thinned. We were at Madison Square Garden at the train terminal awaiting our train back to the hotel; it was our first trip to New York City. As one may imagine, it was a fascinating and surreal voyage into extreme urban life. It was so enthralling and exciting that afterward I felt compelled to make a permanent trek to a large city. Due to my experiences in cities like Atlanta and New York, I have an increasing desire to live in a large city because of the various forms of entertainment, myriad of transportation, and the never-ending excitement typical of such a fast-paced lifestyle.
As my husband and I prepared for the next chapter in our short story of a marriage, we were welcomed by several emotions. While we were excited and eager to start our more "grown-up" lives in a bigger city, close the door to the chicken coop (literally), and inundate ourselves with traffic,
Everything seems like it’s falling out of place, it’s going too fast, and my mind is out of control. I think these thoughts as I lay on my new bed, in my new room, in this new house, in this new city, wondering how I got to this place. “My life was fine,” I say to myself, “I didn’t want to go.” Thinking back I wonder how my father felt as he came home to the house in Stockton, knowing his wife and kids left to San Diego to live a new life. Every time that thought comes to my mind, it feels as if I’m carrying a ten ton boulder around my heart; weighing me down with guilt. The thought is blocked out as I close my eyes, picturing my old room; I see the light brown walls again and the vacation pictures of the Florida and camping trip stapled to them. I can see the photo of me on the ice rink with my friends and the desk that I built with my own hands. I see my bed; it still has my checkered blue and green blanket on it! Across from the room stands my bulky gray television with its back facing the black curtain covered closet. My emotions run deep, sadness rages through my body with a wave of regret. As I open my eyes I see this new place in San Diego, one large black covered bed and a small wooden nightstand that sits next to a similar closet like in my old room. When I was told we would be moving to San Diego, I was silenced from the decision.
It was the second semester of fourth grade year. My parents had recently bought a new house in a nice quite neighborhood. I was ecstatic I always wanted to move to a new house. I was tired of my old home since I had already explored every corner, nook, and cranny. The moment I realized I would have to leave my old friends behind was one of the most devastating moments of my life. I didn’t want to switch schools and make new friends. Yet at the same time was an interesting new experience.