Personal Narrative: How Moving Changed My Life

Life is a roller coaster filled with many ups and downs. One minute, you are on top of the world and loving life; the next, something happens that will change your life forever. For me, I had a great life in the small, quaint town of Fitchburg, Massachusetts. When I was there, I had a great group of friends that I hung out with practically every day, and all my family is there. Everything was fine until I moved to Palm Bay, Florida about five months ago. Moving can be a big burden on you, especially when it is three-quarters through your freshman year. Not to mention a thousand miles away from most of your family, and your friends. Most of the effects of moving many times are poor, but there is only one benefit that I can think of. Sure it makes you a stronger person and you meet new people, but the adjustment and change will get to you.

The biggest thing that your parents will tell you is that moving will be an adventure. They always reassure you that you will make friends and that it isn’t that bad. In a way they are right, but not in the sense that its all ok and everything will be what you once had. It does teach you how to be a stronger person. You will meet new people and don’t take as much crap when you experience many different

personalities. I am the person I am due to my past and what my life has entailed thus far, and moving many times is part of that. People mess with people, and yes, I will get a little salty like most people, however, I can take some teasing and not let it get to me or bother me all the time. Just don’t expect me not to tease you back. Parents aren’t always right and sometimes you have to deal with what they make you do.
I liked where I was before I came here. We lived in a petite neighbourhood on a quiet dead end street, where everyone knew each other. My neighbor Dom was my best friend and we shared a passion for Lacrosse. During the summer we would spend hours outside just shooting and talking. Uprooting all of that and just suddenly changing environments completely has been hard and it sucks. I was in Massachusetts all fifteen years of my life. It’s where my family is and all the friendships, and relationships that I had are. It’s all I knew. Last year I wrote about how much I loved where I was and how I had hoped it would be the last place I lived until after I graduated High School. It’s so hard to watch your life fall apart in front of you and not be able to do anything about it.
Imagine being in a comfortable place that you call home with familiar faces and places, then suddenly you are in what seems to be a foreign country.

I like to feel at home and feel like I belong. It’s how most people are. When I moved here almost everything was different; the way of life, the streets, the towns, the schools, the people, and the environment itself. When you move like this as a teenager you don’t feel like you are home. For me this is not my home at all. I define home as not just the place you live, but the people that you share that place with who make it home. It’s about the memories, and how it makes you feel. I am sure that things may get a little better from here, but it will never be where I

belong.
Hey, I could have it worse right? Some people don’t have a roof over their head, or food on the table. All I know is that my life isn’t what it once was. I think back to all the times that i complained about my life before, and now I just wish I could have it all back. The moral of the story is moving is very difficult. Whether it be to a new town, new state, or a whole different country. It affects your life and molds your character. Everyone goes through something at some point in their lives that they will never forget. I can not let this break me however. I have to use my desire for my old home to drive me in the right direction. If I put the work in and prove myself hopefully by next year I will be back home where I love it. My main focus is to get good grades and find a way back there, and I believe that is a great thing to work for.