Personal Narrative: Moving To Texas

I continued the semester taking my biology 1108 and organic chemistry. The problem later began to escalate where I thought I had to move out of my parents’ house due the marital troubles. This caused me to miss a lot of days in my organic chemistry class and later drop it.

Some kids I couldn’t memorize how to spell their names, but I definitely made a lot more friends. I’m only able to memorize Julie and Kyla ( from a different school). On Wednesday, one of my cabin mates had to move to another cabin because she had no partner. Her partner had left home because they was really homesick. I never got to know both of their names or know themselves because they were really quiet and never talk to any of us.

June 30th, 1923 Today was a stressful day, my old sport Nick gave me some news that I do not know how to react to. He told me that he is planning to set up a reunion tomorrow for me and Daisy. Of course, I have not talked to Daisy for almost five years and I am extremely nervous to see her. Ever since I moved to this house across from Daisy, all I have been thinking about is her. I consider her to be the love of my life, and I cannot live much longer without her.

Most of my week when I found out was crying out loud, begging him to stay, and just trying to make the most of the time I had left at home with him. I knew that he would visit me a couple of times and I would go to Colorado once a year, but I just couldn’t handle the fact of him leaving. Begging one last time for him to stay, I finally had to say goodbye. “Text me everyday! And don’t like it there!!”

I was hostile. Maybe even a little depressed. But although it all seemed so negative, moving was the greatest event that had ever happened to me. When my mother broke the news to me, I did not have a lot of time to recuperate.

I have had tough hope once, I had to move to a different state and start to get used to the new place. Moving was hard and took a long time to move everything to our new house. My new house was hard to get used to because it was different and I wasn 't used to it which made it hard to sleep and I had to leave my friends behind and I would have to find new friends. Making new friends was hard because I would be alone until I found new friends and I would have no one to talk to so I would be very quiet. Usually I would always be talking to a friend and I am only social with friends.

Our plan is not solid, and I am still nervous but it is a step forward and in the right

I used to dream to become a nurse or a doctor to help as many people as I could, but I had to give up my dream when my family fell into financial trouble. Dropping out of college, I struggled with the cruelty of life to make both ends meet. However, when moving to America, I found that I still have chances to pursue my dream when receiving encouragement from my husband. He wants me to go back to school before it is too late. Anyway, it is not easy to return to school after over 10 years.

I 'd always lived in my house since the day I was born. At least up until recently when my family and I had to move. I hated the thought of someone else livening where I grew up as a kid, because they would change the house, or not take care of it and I thought it should be preserved because it was mine and for a while it got the best of me. We 'd moved in with my aunt for about a month and a half.

Hearing those words come out of her mouth was heart-wrenching. I just saw her that morning and she was not the best, but she was making it. My grandma and grandpa were supposed to leave that day to head back to Iowa, but she must not have been doing good to leave yet. We got there and I walked in and I saw my grandpa waiting for us. My mom and grandpa told us that we were supposed to stay in the lobby while they go back to see her.

After graduating high school and witnessing the family problems going on at home, I decided to live with my parents and attend a community college. My college career had a rough beginning. Soon after I began the fall semester, the arguments at home were intolerable and lead to my parent’s divorce. Not only did I have to deal with school assignments, now I had to recover from the psychological abuse I had suffered. Although it was a very difficult time for me, I kept myself distracted with school so that I would not think about my family issues.

It lasted for 7 months, and I was constantly working out and pushing through endless pain to begin walking, or even running again. Everyday there was an exercise to do. Some days I was all alone, trying to motivate myself to get better. Telling my parents, “I want to be done with this, I’m so tired of not being able to do what everybody else does.” I had this conversation several times with my family..

I had applied here when I was going for my initial school choice. In the most recent years after my grandfather had passed away. My grandmother had moved in with us as it became to worry some for my mother to take care of her and for her to be alone all day. I had always played violin for my grandparents when I would go over to their house. I continue to this day to liven my grandmothers day by playing violin for hours on end.

I promised to keep in touch with them. I started to think about what school would be like and if I would meet new people. Eventually we slowly started packing up our belongings and taking them to our new home. Soon we started spending weekends there, meeting the neighbors and getting to know the area. I began to feel more comfortable with the thought of

When I was a Sophomore in High School my dad had been out of work for a couple and was forced to take a job in Odessa, TX , so he promptly moved to Texas to start his new job. My mother and I had to stay in California so I could finish high school and so she could take care of her parents. From then on, I was only really able to see my dad for a week every month or two and we were unable to keep the strong connection we had before.