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Personal Narrative: Moving From Lawrence To Methuen

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I moved from Lawrence to Methuen in Massachusetts. It was towards the end of 2nd grade. I was about 7 or 8 years old. My parents bought their first house in Methuen. We lived in a 3 family house before. I was excited and happy. My family and I went to the new house and started to look around. It looked smaller on the outside. But, it was pretty average on the inside. The color of the house was light gray with navy blue stairs. The house had a basement (finished and unfinished); an attic too. My Mom already picked out my bedroom. It was the biggest bedroom in the house; it had blue walls. Blue is my favorite color. I was nervous and scared. I had a queasy stomach and sweaty hands. I could not even sleep the night before until 12 am. I was

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