Narrative Essay About Moving To High School

The funny thing about life is that everyone "knows" it's unexpected, but you don't actually understand it until you experienced it first hand.

"Honey, we're moving to California in June." These seven words are the epitome of what a senior in high school does not want to hear. How does someone even begin to think about moving to a different state? Especially a 17-year-old girl who has grown up with the same people since third grade and is the "Top Dog" at her little school of 400 students. As if the stress of senior year isn't enough. But none the less, it is what it is. Life goes on. So two months later I find myself standing in the driveway of my little house in Waialua, Hawaii with tears in my eyes saying goodbye to everything and everyone I have ever known- except my mom, dad, and little brother.

New house. New roads. New car. New weather. New faces. New school. New teachers. No friends. Let’s do this. It may not have been the most ideal of circumstances, but I was not going to let this wreck me senior year. The thing about me is I was raised by the most astounding women there is. I was forced to do chores, do all my homework, try my best at everything, never quit anything, and always be in a sport or some kind of extracurricular activity. It was the worst. But now I could not be more grateful. Little did I know that all through elementary, middle, and high school, my mother had been shaping me into the person that I am now. She has molded me into a person that can get along with everyone, make the best out of what she's given, push herself through grueling situations, and who can handle a 3,000 miles moved her senior year of high school. Through the struggle of when I ate alone at lunch, to the days where I still miss Hawaii so much my heart hurts, to the confusion of where to turn to get home, I know that at the end of the day this move will bring me more good than