Personal Essay About Moving To Fairhope, Alabama

Heavy chest. Heart beating fast. Tears streaming down my face. I always had anxiety attacks throughout middle school and early high school years. The smallest, tiniest issues would stress me out to the max. Even in the third grade I would cry like a kid without candy if I couldn’t understand a simple math problem. I have always been the type of person to stress out and have anxiety easily over unimportant things, which is why I had awful anxiety about moving to Fairhope, Alabama. In April of 2017, I moved out of my mom’s home in Greensboro, Alabama. I began living with my grandmother in Newbern, Alabama. I had planned to move in with my dad the following June, but I had to finish out my sophomore year at Hale County High School. Of course

It was pretty quiet all the way there; my grandfather doesn’t talk much. It seemed like forever until we finally made it to Dairy Queen, which is the place we met at in Jackson. We got out of the car and started transferring the things of mine in my grandmother’s car into my stepmom’s car. Then we went to get something to eat. We ate there, at Dairy Queen, then got in the car to drive to Fairhope. When we made it to the house, my two sisters, my dad, and my stepmom helped unload all of my things. We took everything into my room, which used to be my youngest sister, Emma’s, room. My stepmom helped me get all of my things put away and straightened. The following week, I started school. I was extremely nervous. I had never had to start a new school except for one time when I was seven years old. I had no friends, I had never been to a school that big, and I didn’t know how hard the work would be. However, no matter how anxious I was, I had to put that aside and act confident. I didn’t want to seem weak or embarrass myself on the first day. I went through all day and didn’t talk much at all. I just sat quietly and listened. I got a feel of the