The thought of leaving my friends terrified me. That was my exact thought, when I was discussing the move with my mother. My parents had decided on moving me back to our hometown of Woodruff, in hopes of starting a business there. Of course, like all teenagers would have been, I was angry. 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 was supposed to pack what immediate belongings I had and move in with my grandmother the very next day and even attend school that morning, while my mother and father began packing other things. My parents wanted to send
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It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again.
It was hard leaving behind my family and friends, which I’ve grown up with. Facing these tough challenges, helped me become a much more mature person, it helped me see life’s meaning from different perspectives, to appreciate what I have in life. It is incredible how life can change in just a matter of seconds. I decided not to give up and bring myself down for having to start from the bottom once again to become successful in life, but
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.
The only place that I have ever resided in was Miami, Florida so moving meant that I had to go to new schools and meet make new friends. Surprisingly, I made friends with people within the first two weeks and they are still my close friends going on three years. Despite having made friends, there was always a void in my heart. At school, I would sit in class wishing that my father was still alive or that I was still living in Miami.
The Moving Diaries_Part One Day One This was the day I found out I was getting transferred from San Diego California to Houlton Main. Man, I was not looking forward to telling my wife that we are going to move almost three thousand miles away from where she grew up. As I sat there at my desk. My heart began to pound and I felt the palm of my hands begin to sweat.
Most of our belongings had been shipped out to our aunt's house who also resided in California. We would be staying with her until we had settle down. The moving truck arrived shortly and our furniture was loaded into it. We had finished up packing, and every last thing we needed was either on the moving van or in the suitcases; and now it was time to leave. Our Aunt dropped us off to the airport and there was no going back.
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 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.
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.
Moving is a burden that has profoundly altered my outlook on things. Going back a few years, I moved to the United States, which meant I’d have to be placed in a new school. This transition was truly and utterly difficult for me, because it happened in the middle of the school year and I was not ready for what was about to be thrown my way. I was scared out of my mind, it felt as if the walls were crumbling down on me and I had no escape route.