Personal Narrative: A Changing Place In My Life

Changing places can be very difficult sometimes. Starting a life in a different place that you might not be used to or just living a different lifestyle. I went through that phase many times. The first time was because something that had a big impact in my life happened. My mom and dad gotten divorced. It mostly affected me because I was the oldest and had much more memories with my dad than my brother and sister.
It's been ten years since I moved to Arizona and have been apart from my dad. Before this I lived in Mexico. I was born here in Phoenix but most of the family lived over there. By the time I was 5 years old my mom and dad had some problems. My mom had decided to live apart from all that so one day she pulled me out of school and packed our bags with our plane tickets all ready. As small as a puppy, I didn't understand much or better yet what had happened.
The day we arrived felt so unlike to how we lived in Mexico. I actually thought it was so plain here and with nothing to do other than work and go to school. My grandparents were very happy to have us with them, but I wasn't that excited. The fact that I had to go to school and learn english was very

impossible for me and now I speak it more than Spanish! I remember my first day and I thought it was horrible. When I walked in my pulse was a racecar, so many people staring at me and me not knowing what they were saying made me uncomfortable.
After a couple months we moved out and got another house. It was a two story and that house cost a bazillion dollars. We lived many memories there that are unforgettable. My mom registered me and my sister to a school called cheatham very close to our house. Cheatham was by far the best school she had put me in. I made many friends and learned a lot more. My dad and mom had made an agreement that my brothers and I would go visit him every summer vacation for at least three weeks. My dad would always take us out to eat or go shopping or go to the park or take us with his wife's family.
Summer vacations with my dad's side of the family are very fun.

Very exciting. Very bonding. Once it was time to get back I would cry for hours not wanting to return. Sadness was not getting to see him till next year, sadness was seeing him cry because he wanted us to stay, and sadness was him not being able to be with us at any of our school events. We recovered all that years later. We understand now that we're grown, we do better in school now that we're grown, and some things become easier now that we're grown . Now I ask myself why did God give us these tough choices? We become better people when we understand things and listen, so everything's in place now. We visit my dad once a year and we live with my mom our whole life. Changing places isn't that bad once you get used to it and learn other

things.