Personal Narrative: Moving To Texas

Last year I moved from Guttenberg to Manchester, which moved me from Clayton Ridge to West Delaware High School. The whole move was a speedy process. Before we moved I only knew 3 people that attended West Delaware and out of those people, none of them are my age. I was upset with my parents for putting me in the position of leaving all my friends that I had finally gotten used to, to move somewhere where I didn’t know anybody. A rush of emotions were coming onto me; fear of losing friends, anger and resentment towards my family for not telling me until they had already bought the house, but also excitement because I would be starting all over again and meeting new people.

I am a creature of habit; big changes scare me. This is something that has really dominated my personality for the past couple of years. When I was going into the eighth grade, I moved from Richmond, Virginia to Phoenix, Arizona, a place where no one knew who I was and very few were willing to try and figure me out. I had lived my entire life in Richmond and was very unwilling to move. I think this is where my personality really began to evolve. I went through a phase where I was very closed off to everything and unwilling to try new things. Three years after this original move, I moved from Phoenix to Columbus, Ohio. Right before this move, I was beginning to come out of my shell and return to the original person I had been for the fourteen

It was a rainy, gloomy afternoon, my sister and I were watching TV when we heard my parents talking to their friend about moving to Florida. My sister and I looked at each other with confused faces and asked each other if we are moving. Of course, we were clueless because my parents did not mention anything about moving to us. We asked my parents if we are moving and they said yes we are going to be moving to Florida. When my sister and I heard Florida, the first thing we thought was we are going to die from a tornado, because we thought Florida had a lot of hurricanes, earthquakes, and natural disasters. I didn’t want to move, I had a lot of friends in New York who I have known for almost all the 7 years of my life I have lived there and I loved making snowman’s and snow angels during the cold winters.

Change is something the whole world goes through at one point or another in their lives, but what’s vital is what we chose to do with that change. It was the summer of 2005, the weather outside was as heavy as an anvil, nevertheless this was the norm in south Florida. My childhood was one to reminisce. Life was perfect, but that all altered when my parents said we were moving to Atlanta Georgia. Things weren’t as easy as I thought they would be, but my biggest reason was my school

I was born in a country six thousand miles from here, Mongolia. The better half of my childhood was spent playing soccer in the street with the neighborhood kids. I was content, surrounded by my loving family and amazing friends, until it all changed with an abrupt decision. I had reached the age where I had to think about my future beyond high school, whether I would go to a college, and where I want to be in life. Mongolia was not the most ideal country to achieve success, thus my parents decided to move me to the United States. With that, came both good news and bad news. Good news, I had a chance to start my life over. However, moving to a whole new country does come with its challenges. The first couple years were the most difficult times

It all began after my first semester here at A&M. I was somewhat disappointed because I had hoped to meet lots of new people and make new friends but that wasn’t exactly the case. You hear how people make some of their truest and lifelong friends in college however, after my first semester I still didn’t have any friends here. It was hard because I moved here from Idaho so I was completely starting over and also because I was fairly shy. So here was my first summer in Texas and I didn’t have anyone to enjoy it with. That’s when I decided to get a job to hopefully make friends that way. I started applying for several places online and then one day I got a call from Texas Roadhouse asking if I could come in for an interview. I had no idea that very phone call was about to change my life for the better! At first I had no idea

In the spring of 2012, I was informed that we were going to move. As a thirteen going on fourteen year old, the news was rather jarring. I was born and raised in that house, in that town, it was all I knew. We packed up our belongings and began the 678 mile journey to our new “home.” Moving from Hartland, Michigan to Durham, North Carolina was not only immense in distance, but in way of life. It was a culture shock. I grew up in a small town where the population was 98% white. Durham is a larger city with a population of only 40% being white. In the new school I attended, I was a minority, and it was eye opening. I walked in hallways full of a multitude of skin colors, all brightening my world. While it took me a while to become acclimated,

We were driving in my mom’s car one day and my mom asked me “Dan, are you okay with moving to Tipp City”, at the time I didn’t think much of it and just said “yeah, I guess”. I’ve known for a while now that I wouldn’t live in Arcanum through high school. I just didn’t know when I would move, or where in the dayton area.

I am Esteban Rogelio Reyes, and I’m in the ninth grade. About a few weeks ago you came and visited Rancho Mirage High School and gave us copies of your book, Autodidactic. That book really changed what I think about education, learning and taking responsibility into my own hands. After reading your book, I thought about who I am, my struggles and my accomplishments. I think one of the very few accomplishments I’ve made in my life include getting a perfect score of 600 on the California State Test in English or Math (I can’t remember) in fifth grade. Another accomplishment would be in band, when me and my fellow colleagues in the Wind Ensemble at James Workman Middle School performed at the SCSBOA (California School Band & Orchestration Association)

Growing up in the small town of Port Arthur, Texas was very tough. The city’s crime rates are higher than the percentage that chooses to attend a college or university. With all of the crime, poverty, and near death experiences, the city has made me into a stronger and more motivated person wanting to help the poor.

Moving isn't easy to me and my family. I have moved from state to state and city to city but not found the perfect place to life. But my mom told me we are moving to Arizona. Can this please be the perfect place to life. We arrived to our house, the house wasn’t the biggest but i can deal with it.

It’s that time again, another move, it seems as if I was just arriving in Arizona yesterday. It’s not as if it came as a surprise to me: I’ve known my entire life to not get attached to people and to expect a move every few years. It’s just tough finally finding friends and belonging one second, then starting all over the next. It wasn’t all that bad at the beginning, when I was younger, but as time went on and siblings began to leave, I started to feel alone. Living in two different countries and three different states throughout high school was tough on it’s own, but after my brother, my last sibling at home, went off to college, I felt empty and incomplete. This emptiness inside of me affected my confidence and my ability to make friends,

I begged my parents to make my moving day three months early. As soon as my parents accepted my request after long discussions, I picked up my phone, e-mailed my friends to tell them that I was coming back, and discussed on what day we could meet up. I was very excited about the whole new life I could make in Japan and imagined how it would be every night in my head. When I moved back to and went to school in Japan, however, the situation did not change at all. I went back to school I used to go before moving to the United States, and I was glad to see familiar faces of my classmates. I first felt that I finally came home and this was the place I belonged to. However, my best friend and I were placed in different classes. Having experienced a depression, I had became withdrawn and afraid to talk to new people. Again, I did not have friends while my best friends seemed to enjoy hanging out with her new classmates. Same cycle began. I missed my Japanese friends when I was in the United States but now missed my friends in the United States when I was in Japan. I was used to be taught in English so could not understand what the teachers are talking about in Japanese. The problem had to be solved but language, which I thought was the cause of it, did not seem to be related. I took a time to think through. As I started to calmly analyze the issue I was facing, I realized that it was me who was not trying hard enough to change. It was not because I couldn 't speak English that I didn 't have many friends. It was because I resisted talking to them myself. It was not because I couldn 't understand English that I got bad grades on biology class. It was because I didn 't study hard enough. I began to see all possibilities that I could have done to change my life better. One failure is that I did not work hard enough to change the situation and the other is that I escaped from

Moving to a new country can be difficult sometimes. Leaving all my relatives and friends back home was the saddest thing for me. My mother told me that we were moving to a new country. At first, I thought my mother was joking about it. but little did I know that she was telling the truth. It was hard for me to tell my friends that I was leaving and going to another country.We started packing all our belongings ready to go the airport. Before going to the airport, I went to my friends and said goodbye to all of them. I told them that I was moving to the U.S. They felt sad about the news I told them. but then they told me to have a safe journey and remember one thing when you go to the states don't ever forget us that's what they told me. I told them that I will never forget them because they were the friends who i grew up with. So I left feeling sad. Tears came down my cheeks I wiped them off and pretended to be normal.

When I was working in Austin, Texas for a Swiss Bank, I was made an offer to move to Colorado to be an executive at a startup company. We would be the premiere mortgage servicer in the country. The offer seemed great but I had just build a new home and was doing well financially with the position I had. I was in corner office and my boss was in Salt Lake City. I kind of had it going on right where I was at and felt I had arrived in life. What I did know though that there was a probability of the site closing and moving to Jacksonville, Florida in the next 18 months. I lived in Palm Beach, Florida before but Jacksonville was like South Georgia as far as I was concerned. The loans would simply be traded like baseball cards. (Setzer, 2005, p.