Personal Narrative: My Experience Moving To Canada

Moving schools is a dramatic change for any child but moving across the country is live changing for any family. In the fictional novel “The Poisonwood Bible” by Barbara Kingsolver introduces a dysfunctional family clinging to a piece of thread in the outskirts Belgian Congo jungle of death. A Baptist preacher from Bethlehem, Georgia takes his wife and four daughters into the Belgian Congo jungles in Africa to serve as missionary family without knowing what’s lies in store for them. Through the novel they face many obstacles to test the integrity of their faith. Although the family is able to pass the obstacles by death and the separation of the Price family.

When I lived in bakersfield, my family was faced with a choice. We could either continue to stay in bakersfield or move to Fresno to buy and manage a gas station. It would mean leaving our big house and living in an apartment for a few months. It would mean leaving my high school for a brand new high school. It would mean leaving my friends for new friends.

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.

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.

Despite the many stereotypes that Canadians have, we are all proud to call Canada our home, and we do not get ashamed when asked what culture we come from. Being Canadian brings a sense of freedom, and unity. Being Canadian is an identity that will be everlasting, it is important to hold

At the age of 6, my mother informed my siblings and I that we would be moving from Alaska to Washington. In the beginning, we were all drawn with sadness due to having to leave the place we called home, our family, and friends that we had made. My mother had told us it was for the better, we would be better able to thrive in Washington. At the time my father had work hours on end, while my mother was at home watching the kids. The job that my father had paid well, but required that he constantly works.

I moved once before, and that was hard because I had so many friends, I was little then so I didn’t have a phone and neither did they so I haven’t talked to them since sixth grade. It was good when I moved to Maricopa because it allowed me to start over, not be the chubby kid I was in elementary. Instead I was the new kid, mysterious, cool. I started a new book out of the one already in progress, same character, but a new story.

It was also exhilarating at the same time. Moving to the United States was like moving to a different planet because everything was so different from the Philippines. I remember stepping out of the airport being in awe of the weather and the surroundings. “It’s gonna be different this time” I thought to myself as I was getting in the car.

As aging young adults we start to daydream about moving out of our parents’ house. We want our own place with complete freedom and not having to hear the phrase “My house, my rules” to our faces ever again. Moving out is a big part of a young adult’s life, but moving to a completely different country is scarier than just moving across the city. The worries of being far away from loved ones and struggling to find a job can become daunting. Our northern neighbor, Canada, seems like the best place to choose since it is within the same continent, but still contains foreign influences.

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.

While gazing at the stars on a beautiful winter night, I received a phone call. It was mother. Whimpering, she said "will you please come to the living room. " My mind racing of a million thoughts, "what did I do?" "I hope I 'm not in trouble."

The move was absolutely uncomfortable for the family. It was the stark opposite of the environment they were used to, different people, different

Although not every move was easy, I soon started enjoying it and looked forward to learning something new about a different place. Therefore, when my father informed me that we were going to relocate to USA, I was on top of the moon. I looked forward to a new environment and new experiences. Despite all the different moves, I found my relocation to Maryland one of the hardest. I soon realized that the schooling was very different and people even talked differently.

Bumping into people while looking down and asking multiple people for direction even though I was shy. Giving five minutes after each class to get to the other, walking into a classroom on my first day people staring and observing. Moving to a different town is not about the new house, it is about adapting to a new environment. Moving away from family and friends can be a tough thing to do. I had to adjust to leaving my friends and family that I loved and seen almost every day.

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.