On the Move "We're moving!", my Mom said aloud to our family of four at the dinner table. All I could do was face palm. Ever since I was introduced to the planet, moving to different areas of the city or country has been a huge part of my life. It became a yearly thing. My mom was a traveling nurse, so wherever she finds a job that's more decent in salary or atmosphere, we would end up moving to an area close to where her new job would be. I always thought of it as an exciting experience when I was younger. Almost like an adventure or journey across the country. As I got older it became more annoying and upsetting; always having to throw away any items in order to save money to travel, leaving behind old friends and soon forgetting them, or not being …show more content…
able to get to know the community well enough where I can close my eyes and know where things are located without looking at maps, or being able to know what's the best restaurants and stores in town. These issues became repetitive and tiresome and here my mom tells me we're going to do this all over again. Our recent, and most distressing move was from Arizona to here in Illinois. I was originally from Chicago Il, but from our previous moves we resided in Mesa Arizona. It was difficult and took quite awhile to adjust to the desert lifestyle, mostly because of the heat. Everyday it would be in the 90's. The highest it ever got was somewhere in the 120's, and you can feel the overwhelming temperatures as soon as you go outside. Once you open your door, the heat will slam into your body like a brick wall, and then it would seem to only feel hotter the longer you stay outside. I would be in such a desperate rush to get back inside where there's air conditioning. It would be like this everyday in the warmer seasons, especially in the Summer. In the cooler seasons, the temperatures would be more reasonable with the lows being 40's and going as high as the 60's. While the rest of the nation freeze and bundle up into five layers of coats, people in Arizona would just walk around comfortably in their t-shirts and sandals. It hardly ever snows there. Most of the citizens have never even seen snow. In spite of the heat, I didn't mind the lifestyle I was in. I had stayed in the desert state for a little over four years, but of course we would move to different parts of the suburbs of Phoenix. There were beautiful mountains in the background that you couldn't help but just stare at the features, I made a nice little group of friends that I could keep in touch with, and started to form ideas on what college I wanted to go at the time. They had programs that would be most to my liking and it wouldn't be much of a distance away from my family. Just when I thought my future from there was starting to settle, is when my mom made the announcement. Our moving saga takes us back to Illinois now.
I was most devastated to have to say goodbye to Arizona. Leave my friends again, leave the heat and mountains, and start all over back in Illinois with the snow and flat-land. When first moving to Arizona, I enjoyed the experience since I was only in 7th grade at the time. I would have to say I really didn't know any better. Fast forward about four years and I was a junior about to be a senior in high school. I had to throw away my plans for college, rethink about it once we move to our new place, and start with a new social life which is not easy in my book. I'm an introvert. The fact that I made a small group of friends at the time was a miracle just from standing in the lunch line and they offered me to eat with them. While I had that issue stuck in my head, I was also trying to decide what's garbage and what can be kept. At the time, we didn't have much in finances to get us to Illinois. So we had to give away and throw out many belongings of ours. I was forced to throw out a good portion of my wardrobe. The thing that hurt the most was tossing my 8th grade graduation dress and my 8th grade dance dress. I had more dresses to toss, but those two were my most
favorite. Eventually after emptying what we couldn't afford to bring with us, we had to load what was left in our small rental trailer. All before, we would hire moving men or my dad would take part in moving boxes into trucks. At that time, we had to do it ourselves. It was somewhat easier being me and my brother were both older and could be more of an assistance, but the boxes were so solid. It would take me and my brother just carry one box, and we had to do the task swiftly since I realized there was an actual schedule of when we're suppose to be on the road. I never knew that as when I was a lot younger. Once we somehow managed to load what's left of our belongings, it was time for the part I thought was the actual fun when always moving, and that's the traveling. When heading to Arizona, I enjoyed gazing out my window and admiring the many fields of green grass, the blue sky with puffy white clouds, and of course the mountains the more we head out west. At nightfall, we would stop at hotels and comfortably sleep in the beds and soon enjoy a decent breakfast in the morning. So I had thought it would be that peaceful drive when returning to Illinois. For some reason, I rarely got that kind of enjoyment. Every time the car would go "beep" and let us know it needed gas, I was frantically looking out the window for a gas station and my stomach would do flip-flops when I wouldn't see one for miles. We would occasionally get bad weather, making me more anxious thinking we or other drivers would crash into our vehicle, or we would drive off a cliff being we were driving up mountains and with the rain it would be rather difficult to see. Eventually when it would get dark out, we couldn't sleep in any hotels since they were too costly compared to what we had left. Instead, we slept in the car, which I couldn't fall or stay asleep even if my life depended on it. I would always shift, form pains in certain parts of my body, or would be awaken randomly. After many miles of travel, we'd finally arrived in Illinois and pulled off in a small town of Galesburg. I was glad to know the journey was over and we could stay in our new house. Getting out of the car, I felt so stiff and tired that as soon as I was introduced to my new room, I plopped myself on the carpeted floor and just fell asleep. Moving had never made me that tired, but I was younger then. I didn't do much work. I didn't had much to worry about simply because my parents wouldn't let us worry. However, I was almost a young adult then, so I was forced to take responsibility, especially in a desperate time like that. From there, it was official to me that I no longer enjoyed moving, yet I knew I would have to do it again when I transfer to a four year university or to find a decent place close to my future job. My hopes are mostly that it won't be as difficult or as troubling to me when I venture out on my own.
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Everyone has a different life journey from others. In that journey itself, we generally experienced either happy or sad moments because life is like a Rollercoaster. Sometimes we were feeling up, and there was time we will be falling down. Yet, it is your choice whether you want to scream or enjoy the rest of the ride because you are the one who control your own life. My Journey filled with eventful and unique moments because I have crazy friends, and a lovely family that accompany my day. The following is the story about my life journey begin until the day where I stand today.