In March of this year, my parents told me that my dad was ready to retire from his job and so they were considering moving our family out of Maryland. My first reaction was it might be fun to move to a new place. It would be an adventure. We had lived in Maryland my whole life and maybe it was time for a change. But then, I started thinking about school and all of my friends. I knew I would miss my church group friends, my friends on my track team, and my friends in my neighborhood. Most of all, I was afraid that my family and I would choose the wrong place to move to and we would be stuck there. During the next couple of weeks, I thought about the thorns and the roses (negatives and the positives) of moving away from all we had. Finally, …show more content…
The real estate agent took us to over thirty houses in one weekend! Every house we walked into, I would come inside and right away I would say if this was the home that I could live in. Of course, my parents in the end, had the final decision in choosing a home but at least they let me give them some insight. The last house we checked out that weekend ended up being our just what we were looking for. It was pretty close to the beach and fit the three of us perfectly. We drove back to Maryland that day where we talked about which houses were the …show more content…
I asked around but there were no teenage girls my age living in my neighborhood. I joined the cross country team right away and we had practice every morning. I went to a week of driver’s education classes, but all of the other kids in my class were freshmen. I also took my bicycle, and almost every day I would take a ride to explore my neighborhood, or to ride to the beach or into town. And the story continues as it should. Every day I feel just a tiny bit more like I belong here in Wilmington, and maybe even one day I will feel this is really my
It has been said that the grass is always greener on the other side. Being excited about the newness and challenges of a new place may not enable it to stay green for a lifetime, but the new place is a great place to spend the next four years. So even though I lived my whole high school life in one city where there were no actual problems, it still was time for me to move where there were new experiences.
When I was 7 years, I moved from my home in Australia to the other side of the planet to Dallas Texas. When I heard that I was moving, I felt a wave of despair wipe over me. As Taylor says “I have never in my own memory been outside of Kentucky” (Kingsolver 12). This was the same for me since I had never been
Atlanta, GA, is one of the most exciting cities in the nation. Not only is it one of the most populated cities, but it has one of the largest metropolitan areas as well. This city is a fantastic option for those making the move to Georgia for a number of reasons. If you are considering a move to Atlanta, here are some things you will want to know.
The day I moved away, a lot of things were going through my young mind. As I took my last look at my home, I remembered all the fun times I had with my family and friends through out my life. Now I was moving 800 miles away from all of that with no insight on what lied ahead for me. As my family and I drove away from our Michigan home, I looked out the window wondering what Virginia would be, and what my friends were doing. A lot of things were going through my mind at the time. At the time my main worry was if I would make any friends, and how I would adjust to everything. During the whole drive down, my mother would often let me know that everything would be all right and I would like it. Trying to be strong and hold back my tears, I just shook my head no, wondering why we had to move so far away. Life would be different for me and I knew it would.
A few months before all of this I was pleased with my calm life in a local city of Taiwan. I settled there at the age of two with my family, and things were going well so far. Because I lived there for ten years, the longest time that I ever spent living in one place, I had made really good friends and was not looking forward to any significant changes although my mom had told me a long time ago, we might move to USA to settle with our uncle and grandma. My mom also told me that the other reason we move is for a better education and life there but I was not listening at that time. I thought she was just joking around because my brother and I have always expected to have a vacation to other countries. By the time I finished my first year of middle school I knew that this was nearly impossible. My family was already packing up, cleaning out the house, and reserving four airplane tickets to USA.
Have you ever had to move to another state? If you have move to another state, I know how you feel. You might had have friends that you were really close to, but then it turns out that you have to leave them because your parents got a new job or something else happened. Well let me tell you my experience, based on why I had to move.
The neighborhood we moved to seemed like a little bigger version of our little neighborhood in the Bronx, so I thought it wouldn 't be too bad, and I even began to think this could be like home. However, like whenever you move somewhere new, you always have to make adjustments, and this was no different. Having to go to a new school in a new city without knowing anyone was scary at first, especially for your first year of middle school, but I made the adjustment rather quickly. The area I was in, was South Philadelphia, it also, like the Bronx, had a small neighborhood feeling to it, so even though at first it seemed like it would be way different, over time it turned out to be pretty good. It had a lot in common with what I was used to in the Bronx, from the markets to the food even to the people. The one thing that really helped me adjust was how small Philly felt compared to New York. For instance, Philly only has two real subway lines, so you could get from one side to the city in another in almost twenty to thirty minutes, you couldn’t even get out of a borough in that amount of time in New York. Another thing is that my family and I would go back up at least once a month at least for the first couple years for Holidays and just to see everyone, so it wasn’t like I was ever very far away. I ended up adjusting pretty good to Philly,
I did not mind the new house, to me it was nice and bright compared to my old house which was brown and dull. My sister spent a little time being mopey from moving while I decided to make myself at home and picked my home and brought my stuff in. Despite the little ups and downs in my life I learned that no matter how bad things can get, you just keep moving forward and make the best of any
When I was nine years old, my parents, two siblings, and uncle decided that it was time for us to move from Missouri up to chilly Massachusetts. Both my uncle and father were construction workers. There were so many projects in Massachusetts, it was sensible for us to move. Financially, this was also the solution to our money problems. All around we were all very excited for this move, all except for myself. About halfway to Massachusetts, I had a gut feeling that this was a bad decision. Upon arrival, I felt like a fish out of water and, I was. Everything was so different compared to how Missouri was.
When I was only a year old, I moved to the United States as a refugee from Bosnia and Herzegovina. Although, I don’t remember the journey leaving the troubled country, I do remember having to learn to adapt to life here in the US. Being that my main source of knowledge came from my parents, it made it really difficult to adapt, seeing that they also didn’t speak the language and weren’t familiar with how things worked in the new country we were in. In my pre-school years, I was mostly surrounded by other Bosnians that had also fled the country, so I was unaware about what “normal” American life was. When I finally went to school, I realized how different my life had been compared to that of my peers. Not only was the language barrier hard to
Every new graduated high school student wants to get out of their parents’ house. They want independence, and to feel like they are going somewhere in life. Well, that’s what I thought. Moving out was the hardest thing I had done so far. I had just graduated and was barely making any money but I thought oh well so many people move out this young I’m just going to have to work harder, maybe skip school this semester until I can get on my feet to take classes. I knew all too well that I wouldn’t be able to afford it on my own, so I asked my best friend if she wanted to live with me. Little did we both know that living with another person would be a very different experience then living with our parents. We had plenty of fights over messy rooms, the empty fridge, empty bank accounts, and annoying neighbors.
Moving weekend. These two words have defined my life several times since my pilgrimage to Colorado. My first few years here were chaotic, unknown, and completely spontaneous. For someone who likes control, a concrete plan at least two weeks in advance, and a generous helping of consistent routine, my first days, weeks, years, where I was but a nomadic, semi-"homeless" wanderer were met with the most challenging and illuminating moments I have yet encountered.
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.
If you ask anyone what home means to them more than likely you’ll get several different opinions. In my case home has never been a specific place it’s always been wherever my mom was! My Mother and I have been moving from place to place ever since I could remember.
When faced with new environmental changes and a lifestyle to adapt to, many college students feel overwhelmed by homesickness. Homesickness is most commonly due to anxiety, depression, and loneliness. A research studied concluded that homesick college students are three times more likely to drop out than non-homesick students. For many first-year college students, being away from home can be like an adventure. It’s exhilarating to be off on your own and completely in charge of your life and social well-being. I know that during my first week in college, I didn’t feel homesick at all because I was so anxious to meet new people, explore campus, and check out my classes. However, as I got more used to