Their reason makes sense, but my sister hates that they do this. With my brothers it was different because they snuck out of the house and my mom would wake up in the morning and see them missing and then she would lock all the doors, so they couldn’t come back inside of the house. What my mom did was really drastic, but she did it for a good reason he never asked permission. The only friends I really have is 2 good friends and I barley talk to them because there’s nothing to talk about once high school is over I still have to worry about
Normally when my parents told me that we were moving again I’d be a little upset. Moving meant I had to say goodbye to all of my friends. I would have to go to a new school and make new friends. However when my parents told me that we were moving to Canada I was shocked. Not only was I going to move away from my home, but I was also going to a new country.
We lounged by the pool before heading back up to our condo to get ready for the evening. I was already exhausted from spending the day in the sun, but I was looking forward to going out to eat later that night and getting to explore the
But she wasn’t home. She was out job hunting, and one of her cousins called her phone. I felt really scared, and like I was performing a huge act of betrayal against my mom. Which, in a way, I was. She arrived, and she was surprised to see a cop with me.
“Why do we have to move? I love California and our big house with a pool! I love my friends and my life in California just in general!” It took my mom a long time to calm me down. That woman has so much patience for me that I 'm actually amazed. Next thing I knew, I was packing all of my memories in California away into big brown boxes with scotch tape wrapped around.
After my parents divorced, they both decided to move into new buildings. I dare to say I was even a bit excited about the change, I’d get to decorate two new rooms and leave behind my boring, ugly, white one. On that Sunday, I was finishing moving into my father’s new apartment. He had moved to the 16th floor of a big building. Apparently, the ex-owners wanted to sell it as soon as possible, they were moving to Chile and were in a hurry, so my father got a good deal.
Then my mom got hurt at work, broke her arm, went on disability and we were forced to move to a different location, things were different, my mom didn’t have any idea where she was going to go or what she was going to do and my brother and I were forced to tag along not knowing how our lives were going to turn out or where we were going to end up and I was already disappointed about leaving my best friend and childhood memories behind and now my life was changing rapidly beyond my control and I wanted nothing to do with
My First Day In A New School My family is always moving for working reasons. We never stick to anything if we see a better opportunity we take it. After nearly living six years in Provo, Utah my dad told my brother and I we would be moving to Topeka, Kansas to open a restaurant. I had to say goodbye to all of my longtime friends. Then by the end of November were finally living in Topeka.
When walking in the door, my mom told us that she and my dad needed to have their taxes done that night and that we had to go with them. Jake and I begged to stay home, but our parents did not buy it. When my dad arrived home from work, we jumped in the truck and left. Even though it was only a half hour ride it felt like we had been driving forever. We arrived to an unknown town at a random house that I did not recognize.