Narrative Essay About Moving Away

Moving away from all the memories made in this house was a sad time for not only me but my family as well. My parents have lived in this house for 26 years. They carried all three of us into this house where each one of us grew up and learned everything. My two brothers and I grew up being very close. When we were little we used to always swim in the pool,play basketball, ride bikes etc. I have lived in this house since the day I was born, so I never imagined that I would be moving away from it. In my head I always thought, “No way, there is too many memories here.” I knew it was hard for me when I heard we were moving but I couldn’t imagine how my parents were feeling. But then again this was their idea. I didn’t actually think we were gonna move, so I didn’t tell any of my friends yet. My mom wanted to move more than anyone and I wasn’t sure why.
I had so many mixed emotions about all of this. I was kind of excited but all I could think about was moving away from my friends. We still are living in the same town, just a different part of it. So it wasn’t like I could never see them

It’s who they are and where they have grown up. In my house there is this door where my dad kept track of how tall we have gotten since we were little. Every time I went in that room I would have my dad measure me. He would mark off how tall we are and write the date above it. My brothers are 24 and 21 and I am 16. My dad started that when my oldest brother was a baby. This door was one of those memories I would miss the most. The house where I was moving to was zoned for a different high school. There are two high schools in my town and the town is split in half for school. Not only was I not going to be living down the block from my best friend anymore, we weren’t going to school together anymore! That hurt me the most. We have been going to school together since kindergarden and I wasn’t sure how it would be leaving eachother in high