I liked how I was going to get a new house, but not the fact I was leaving all my friends behind. The day we moved in some of the neighbors came over and helped us unpack. They were kind and we made new friends. Then we unpacked and we got all settled in. My sister was not overjoyed
Have you ever moved houses? What about cities? Or states? Moving for many people is normal and doesn 't affect them whether they move to a different neighborhood or to a city far away. Some enjoy experiencing new places and new people, basically starting a new life. Those people probably want to branch out and expand farther from their roots. Some people on the other hand would like to just stay where they grew up with friends and family. Me, I was one of those people. I never imagined my life away from the home and the people I grew up with. Moving away from my hometown was one of my biggest challenges in life.
Moving on to Columbus after the season was over at Cedar Point, I leased my first apartment. Things were going great for me, I was living one day at a time. My goal was to get into school and make my parents proud, I wanted them to see that I was more than just a bride. I worked extra hard, I made sure my bills were paid on time. I have learned that I do not have any room for mistakes while living out on my own, especially when I refuse to accept any help.
I have always felt that there is a difference between a house and your home because a house is where you live, but your home is where you feel that you are connected to your loved ones. Your home is where you breathe and all you feel is peace. My entire life I have been adapting to new environments, which makes me feel comfortable about leaving for college, meeting new people and studying the career that I have always had a passion for. At the age of 6 my parents decided to move to the Dominican Republic, which I considered to be a different world.
The House on Maple street was your ordinary particular house. Fresh orange paint on the shutters, perfectly cut lawn as green as anything you’ve ever seen . There was just one aspect that stood out to me the most. The new neighbor that had just moved in Mr.Wilson who had just moved in from a small wine farm in California, he didn’t really come out that much. If you got the chance to see him it would be him doing something to his house every saturday afternoon for about eight hours.
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
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.
A Moving Experience Moving houses had always been strenuous for me, especially since my family had moved multiple times. This was my family’s third time moving. We were moving from California to Indiana. Even though it was my third time moving, I still found it arduous to move locations and to say goodbye to the friends I made in California.
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.
When I moved to Utah to Idaho I was three years old. My family and I lived in a brown two floor house in utah with my uncle Martin for a while until he moved out. My cousins, aunts, and uncles used to come visit every single second. We weren 't ever alone. When we moved to Idaho it was just my family living in Idaho in a light brown house with a star on top.
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. We moved on June thirteenth. I hated that day, It was terrible.
When I was 14 I had to move to San Clemente, California. I had already recently moved temporarily to Texas while a house was made ready for us on the military base. “The house is ready!” my mother had said excitedly, after being on the phone for a few minutes. “It’s time to go back?”
We stayed there until the spring of fifth grade. Know I live in my still incomplete house on Glen Dr. Looking back to my childhood (well I still am a child), some good memories are with my mother in the spring sitting on our porch drinking coffee. Yes, I have drank coffee since I could sing, because my mom made us sing for a sip of coffee. We would also watch the storms come in on our porch because my mom has always loved storms and it is something that I enjoy with her.
Frequently, we just pass by people and look down on them since they have no home; but who is to say they don’t have a home? Home is not the house you live in or the country you belong to. It is a place that incites certain feelings and those feeling are what makes a place home. The people on the streets with no “home” may simply find that anywhere in the world is where they call home. Home has two specific set of values that make it more than just a place which are privacy, and safety.
Some people seek to immigrate and leave their hometown when they get this chance. Immigrants quickly realize the differences between their hometown and the new place they live in now. I'm one of these immigrants who feel these differences between my hometown , Maghagha, and Jersey City. The first day, I knew few differences between both of them. Gradually I observed many differences such as weather, infra structure, and public services.