Personal Narrative: Moving Back Home

When people look at each other, a person only sees what they want to see. When people see me they see a happy and funny girl. People would not know that my whole life was flipped upside down in one day.

One day I came back home from a long week at a camp called Kids Across America. My mother took my brother and me to our temporary home. We were staying in this house until we got back on our feet because my parents had just got a divorce. After my mother took us home she went to work, she came back home 2 hours later crying. She got laid off from work. It felt like my life was falling apart because so many things were happing at the same time. So knowing that we were already staying in a house we couldn't afford and now losing her job, she told my brother and me to start packing because we were going to move in with our father. My brother and I knew that my mother and father had just got a divorce and my father was with another woman, we did not want to live with my father. My mother called my grandmother and all of her sisters to the house, to help her

I had never lived in a wooden house before. A house with no real air conditioning. You had to buy box air condition units for each room individually and hang them out the window. I also knew that my grandmother had a problem with hoarding because she had three rooms filled with junk everywhere and no room for us. Knowing that I would be living in a place where I could not call my own, made me feel like I would never have a home. My home was the place where I knew what was mine, but now I would have to go to a new place and have my belonging sit outside in a storage unit. I was going to a place where I could say “my house”, but deep down I knew that it was not actually my house so instead I say “my grandmother’s house”. Although I didn't have much to look forward to, at that moment, this would eventually become the place where I loved being because I was surrounded by my