Personal Narrative Essay: Staying In My Hometown

Staying In My Hometown

After the Friday night football game we went out to eat pizza with a family friend, my father seemed like he was in a good mood laughing and making jokes as usual. Once we got home around 10:00 his mood instantly changed. I was wondering what was wrong or what I did wrong. He looked at my mother and told me they needed to talk to me. My initial thought was oh geez whatever I did just yell at me and get it over with. But when he started talking to me he seemed different he wasn’t mad he was more concerned. My dad manages the oil fields for Schlumberger. He informed me that business wasn’t as good as it used to be and the offices in my hometown were shutting down and they were letting a lot of employees go. At first I thought he was trying to tell me he was one if those employees, but then he kept going on about how they had offered him the job of managing the offices in Cheyenne. As soon as I heard those words I started crying and shouting I don 't want to move, I like it here! Once they got me to settle down they explained that moving was the last resort. But staying here also means more responsibilities and having less expenses. Not thinking at all, the first thing I was worried about was that I wouldn’t be able to go to our local corn maze every weekend. I was in the eighth grade at the time, my sister was in her last year of high school and my brother was in his freshman year of college. My mother works in the next town North of us 30 minutes away.