Personal Essay: Personal Narrative: Moving

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Megan E. Sizemore
ENG 102 (MWF 1:25-2:15 PM)
Professor Mullen
26 April 2015
Personal Narrative: Moving
Oh, how I love to clean! I would have never imagined me cleaning my bedroom for the very last time. I remember vividly the last look I gave that empty bedroom of mine. There were sudden flashbacks of the memories I had made in that house, rather it was helping my mother cook or raising my kitten, my entire childhood was spent in between those walls. Several tears were cried in this house, like the time I about lost my grandfather due to a heart attack, or the several laughs I had with my friends at each one of my birthday parties that were hosted here. I kept looking around my house and couldn’t help but notice the door in the kitchen that …show more content…

It was then, as I shut the door behind me, that the tears started to run down my face. I walked down the back steps and once at the bottom I turned around to admire the building that had seen me grow. Although the bricks were eroded, the white siding was appearing to look gray, and the shutters were faded it was certainly home to me. I never loved each and every imperfection that this house had to offer, especially in this very moment. As I loaded in the U-Haul with father, I remember thinking this was the end of my life and everything that I’ve known for the past fifteen years has come to an end.
After moving into my new house in the middle of nowhere, I started to realize that maybe everything does happen for a reason. As cliché as it sounds, I was starting to become excited about the beginning of a new adventure. Although I was excited, a part of me was saddened by the fact of not being able to experience the first day of high school with my friends. My brother was my only friend, with that being said, me and him walked through the school doors side by side. I remember my mother (who just got hired as a special education teacher here) say that everything was for the best. Little did I know, she was …show more content…

Being away from my friends and the house that built me made me a stronger, independent person. Starting as the underdog as a completely new person gave me determination and will. Succeeding in my classes made me understand the importance of education, and the work and effort it takes. I gained confidence to believe that I could achieve anything that I want. This experience also opened my eyes to a whole new environment and taught me to accommodate to different counties in Kentucky, which eventually helped my next move. Closing the black gates while looking through the rearview mirror of my jeep, I remember the sudden teardrop that fell from my face like once before. But it didn’t take long until I realized that this was just another house that built

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