On the Move "We're moving!", my Mom said aloud to our family of four at the dinner table. All I could do was face palm. Ever since I was introduced to the planet, moving to different areas of the city or country has been a huge part of my life. It became a yearly thing. My mom was a traveling nurse, so wherever she finds a job that's more decent in salary or atmosphere, we would end up moving to an area close to where her new job would be. I always thought of it as an exciting experience when I was younger. Almost like an adventure or journey across the country. As I got older it became more annoying and upsetting; always having to throw away any items in order to save money to travel, leaving behind old friends and soon forgetting them, or not being …show more content…
I was most devastated to have to say goodbye to Arizona. Leave my friends again, leave the heat and mountains, and start all over back in Illinois with the snow and flat-land. When first moving to Arizona, I enjoyed the experience since I was only in 7th grade at the time. I would have to say I really didn't know any better. Fast forward about four years and I was a junior about to be a senior in high school. I had to throw away my plans for college, rethink about it once we move to our new place, and start with a new social life which is not easy in my book. I'm an introvert. The fact that I made a small group of friends at the time was a miracle just from standing in the lunch line and they offered me to eat with them. While I had that issue stuck in my head, I was also trying to decide what's garbage and what can be kept. At the time, we didn't have much in finances to get us to Illinois. So we had to give away and throw out many belongings of ours. I was forced to throw out a good portion of my wardrobe. The thing that hurt the most was tossing my 8th grade graduation dress and my 8th grade dance dress. I had more dresses to toss, but those two were my most
If a registered nurse is looking for an opportunity to travel the world while fulfilling a passion in nursing, then a career as a travel nurse might satisfy one’s desires. It provides an opportunity to meet new people and explore an array of cultures.
Imagine having to leave your hometown, where you have lived all of your life, in search of another job. You do not want to move, but at the same time you want to provide food and a decent lifestyle for you and your family. News arrives that an abundance of jobs are available in another part of the country. Hoping for the best, you pack your bags and head for employment. Your kids are saddened about the situation, but they understand the need for relocation. During the travel to the new area, you and your family begin to get excited about living in a different place, even though everyone regrets leaving friends and family behind.
The time was running fast and I had a couple days left to spend some time with my family and friends. At that time I realized of people I will miss, and I wouldn’t able to meet them again. Even for my parents, it was the toughest time leaving all families and friends behind and start a new life in a new place.
Nobody really likes moving. At least I know, I don 't. Moving to another place you have no idea about is tough. When I was 14, my father petitioned my family to move to the United States. Upon hearing that news from my mother, I was devastated. Devastated that I have to leave the place that I grew up, leaving all my friends and family. I have to travel 10,000 miles across the glove to live in a place I have never been to. I have very little idea about United States before moving, I have only seen this place through screen, watched movies such as "High School Musical." From what I have heard and seen life seemed so much easier and happier in the US, but once I stepped out of the plane, I knew it would not be even close to what I have pictured in my mind.
Moving far away from family and friends can be tough on a child at a young age. It has its pros and cons. One learns how to deal with moving away from the people they love and also learn how to deal with adjusting to new ways of life. Everything seems so different and at a young age one feels like they have just left the whole world behind them. That was an experience that changed my life as a person. It taught me how to deal with change and how to adjust. It developed me from a young boy into a mature young man.
Every new graduated high school student wants to get out of their parents’ house. They want independence, and to feel like they are going somewhere in life. Well, that’s what I thought. Moving out was the hardest thing I had done so far. I had just graduated and was barely making any money but I thought oh well so many people move out this young I’m just going to have to work harder, maybe skip school this semester until I can get on my feet to take classes. I knew all too well that I wouldn’t be able to afford it on my own, so I asked my best friend if she wanted to live with me. Little did we both know that living with another person would be a very different experience then living with our parents. We had plenty of fights over messy rooms, the empty fridge, empty bank accounts, and annoying neighbors.
At my school, students go through the process of getting their rooms for the next year slightly after the midway point in the year. Last year during this time, my best friend and I decided to room together. However, shortly after, my friend withdrew from the school due to personal issues. This sudden withdrawal caught me completely by surprise and left me in a unexpected predicament. I was too late to get a single, and all my friends had already found roommates for next year, I had no idea what I was supposed to do for housing. Naturally, I went to talk to my school’s dean to figure out my situation. I assumed that they had extra rooms prepared in case of this kind of event. After my meeting, I learned that the only rooms they had available
I have been traveling for a while now. My family and I go visit Mexico almost every summer ever since I can remember. We go to Mexico usually to visit my family and to just relax and have a fun time. However one summer when I went to Mexico a lot of things happened that made an impact on my life. I experienced new things that I had never experienced before. These events have helped me to grow up , have a different view on things, and to become more responsible.
This summer seemed to fly by as if it had never happened at all. Perhaps it didn’t. June had arrived in a heartbeat, considering I had my graduation to prepare for and has kept be more than occupied. July and August were Hell on Earth, and I can’t seem to change that it was all my fault. Now that September has graced us with its presence, I was finally able to move away from my home in Shenandoah, Louisiana, to move in with my aunt, Lorelei, so far away from home.
Moving weekend. These two words have defined my life several times since my pilgrimage to Colorado. My first few years here were chaotic, unknown, and completely spontaneous. For someone who likes control, a concrete plan at least two weeks in advance, and a generous helping of consistent routine, my first days, weeks, years, where I was but a nomadic, semi-"homeless" wanderer were met with the most challenging and illuminating moments I have yet encountered.
Everything seems like it’s falling out of place, it’s going too fast, and my mind is out of control. I think these thoughts as I lay on my new bed, in my new room, in this new house, in this new city, wondering how I got to this place. “My life was fine,” I say to myself, “I didn’t want to go.” Thinking back I wonder how my father felt as he came home to the house in Stockton, knowing his wife and kids left to San Diego to live a new life. Every time that thought comes to my mind, it feels as if I’m carrying a ten ton boulder around my heart; weighing me down with guilt. The thought is blocked out as I close my eyes, picturing my old room; I see the light brown walls again and the vacation pictures of the Florida and camping trip stapled to them. I can see the photo of me on the ice rink with my friends and the desk that I built with my own hands. I see my bed; it still has my checkered blue and green blanket on it! Across from the room stands my bulky gray television with its back facing the black curtain covered closet. My emotions run deep, sadness rages through my body with a wave of regret. As I open my eyes I see this new place in San Diego, one large black covered bed and a small wooden nightstand that sits next to a similar closet like in my old room. When I was told we would be moving to San Diego, I was silenced from the decision.
The big day was finally here, it was moving day. I was finally on the road to do the course I had always wanted to do, my excitement was unbearable. My emotions leading up to this day were completely mixed. Like most first years I had feelings of anxiety with a dash of worry. Looking back now I really had no reason to be afraid.
As I got older my emotions started to change and when it came time to move, adjusting to a new home or even a new area became a little harder each time. The
Moving to Beatrice when I was fourteen was an event that had a huge impact on my life. My dad got a new job in Beatrice, and that meant I had to leave the life I had behind. This experience reminds me of the song “Sleep On The Floor” by The Lumineers because this song is all about picking your life up moving unexpectedly. The lyrics in the song that mean the most to me are “Pack yourself a toothbrush dear/Pack yourself a favorite blouse/Take a withdrawal slip/Take all of your savings out” because these lyrics explain how expectadilty people decide to move and for that reason how quick have to pack. I felt this same way when my parents told me we were moving because I felt like everything was moving very fast. We bought a house and next thing I knew we were packing up all our belongings. This song does a good job in the explaining how rushed I felt during the time of my life when I was moving to
Everyone has a different life journey from others. In that journey itself, we generally experienced either happy or sad moments because life is like a Rollercoaster. Sometimes we were feeling up, and there was time we will be falling down. Yet, it is your choice whether you want to scream or enjoy the rest of the ride because you are the one who control your own life. My Journey filled with eventful and unique moments because I have crazy friends, and a lovely family that accompany my day. The following is the story about my life journey begin until the day where I stand today.