Moving Day Research Paper

Moving Day
The day I moved from the small town of Independence to Virginia Beach was one of the scariest times of my life. Independence is an extremely small town of around 900 people with one stop light. Living in a greatly populated area with absolutely no friends or family other than my husband and my youngest daughter frightened me beyond what I thought I could handle. I cried out to God to give me the emotional and physical strength I needed to make it through this life event. Finding daylight at the end of this moving tunnel that was spiraling out of my control did not seem possible.
It was a hot day in June when my husband pulled into our driveway with a huge U-Haul truck. A few friends came to help load our meager belongings into the

I was already stressed enough and I did not need this extra push of anxiety. Thoughts of dropping those cats on the side of the road entered my mind, but I keep pulling out strength from within me to keep moving forward.
Finally we were back on the road. Continuing our path down Highway 58 across the state of Virginia, I somehow began to see a small ray of sunshine. The more I drove the more hope I found and in that hope seemed to be strength. After several more stops for food, bathroom breaks, gas and taking care of animal needs we finally reached our destination of the big city of Virginia Beach.
Pulling into the driveway I was surprised by new friends waiting to help us unload the U-Haul. Unloading our belongings did not seem as difficult for me emotionally as loading them did. I finally accepted the fact that we were moving by the action in itself and I did not fall apart. Upon accepting this move, God gave me the strength I needed to make it through this transition in my life. There was no doubt it would take a long time for me to fully recover, but now I knew I would have the strength to make this