Personal Narrative: Moving To Winston

It was two months before my fifth grade graduation and three years from my parents divorce. Little did I know the news my mom told me that day would change my life forever. Tears came down my face when she told me we were going to be moving to New Jersey. At this moment I was feeling very confused and startled. Not only was I upset because I was leaving a place I have called home for eight years, but because I was leaving my friends and most importantly my dad and brother.

This experience has taught me that new things are very scary but you won 't know what you need in life to succeed until you give it a try. Yeah I might miss my friends and my boyfriend but in the long run, this is my life and I should be thinking about what is beneficial for me. I now have made new friends who have same interest and goals as I do, and I still see my boyfriend at least once a week. The moments may change but the memories I have had in Victorville will never be forgotten. This move was literally life changing but it was for the better, so I thank my parents for bringing me and my family down here.

Also, I also had the chance to come to a new school and experience a new atmosphere and had the chance to experience was the making of new friendships. If I did not move, I would not have learned any of

Moving to Kansas was a big change in my life. At the end of the school year of 2011, four weeks before the last day of school we went on the eight hour road trip to Newton, Kansas. It was exciting. Getting a new place to live, a new home. Change is good, well mostly good.

and we moved back to my home town Laredo but by we I mean my brother me and my mom. We had to stay at my godmothers house but we spent a good amount of time at my great grandmothers house though.

My favorite part of the move was knowing that I was going to have a new home and new goals. Although during the event there were sad moments when I would think of the friends that I left behind. Many people can relate to this type of experience because we lose friends, have new starts,new schools. During the trip to Arizona my mom

I learned that life is going to be messy and different. I changed for the better after the move and I wouldn’t be who I am if I

New friends, new church, new house, and of course, different surroundings. I never thought this (moving to Atlanta) would happen. I moved to Atlanta, GA in June, after my Junior year of high school. Now that I’ve been

I started thinking of all the things that would change, such as a new school, new neighborhood and new friends. My parents, my sister and I were inside the airport now heading over to the security check. My brother wasn't with us because he couldn't wait to get to California and start his new university, his love for California started when we went for a trip to Los Angeles. After we went through the security check we sat by our gate and waited. “Check it out, so many planes are landing” my sister exclaimed.

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.

When I was almost 13 years old, my parents told my sisters and me we were moving from our hometown of Lanham, to a place called Las Cruces, NM. I was pretty excited about the move, even though it meant leaving all my friends and family behind. When we moved it was about the middle of autumn. As we left Maryland, leaves were starting to fall, the air was getting colder, birds were migrating towards a warmer climate, and the days were getting shorter. I can remember after our road trip and my family and I had arrived at our new house and one of the first things we had to do was go to the grocery store.

A Challenging Life Transition No matter how prepared an individual may be or expecting of a death, to lose a family member to death can be a traumatic experience. The grief process is a difficult process. However most understand that death is a natural and expected life event (McBride, and Simms, 2001). With that said it usually does not make the death of family member any easier to absorb emotionally. Although I have familiarly and awareness because of the deaths of my Father and Sister, it does not mean that I am comfortable with death, or have all the right words to say to comfort a person in the grieving process.

All my life I have lived in the small town of Walkertown, which is only about twenty minutes away from Winston-Salem. Five years ago Walkertown was small and you had to go to the next town over, Kernersville, if you wanted to go shopping for clothes or go out for dinner. Now, Walkertown is a lot more developed and less rural. However, it is nowhere near as developed as Winston-Salem, especially downtown. Winston-Salem is a built up city with a lot of impervious surfaces. However, as industrial as downtown Winston-Salem might be, there are some ‘green spaces’ like parks and fields in some places.

Crackle, pop the fire sounded as I placed new logs on top of the hot embers. This was the fire the children of my village sat around and told stories before they went to sleep, and tonight was no different. All of their eyes stared at me expectantly as they waited for me to start telling them a story.

At the beginning of my sophomore year, August 2015, I fractured my left ankle. My second season of cross country had just begun. The whole team had a Saturday practice at Atlanta Memorial Park. We came to this park for a time trial. Not being able to run was going to be a challenge for me. I loved running, and seeing myself not run was going to be hard for me.