Personal Narrative Essay: Moving Weekend

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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.

As my husband and I prepared for the next chapter in our short story of a marriage, we were welcomed by several emotions. While we were excited and eager to start our more "grown-up" lives in a bigger city, close the door to the chicken coop (literally), and inundate ourselves with traffic, …show more content…

I was always uncomfortable driving such a large vehicle, and was eager to reach my destination to unpack. I started the tank, kissed the hubs, and backed out of the driveway one last time. The trip was like any other that I 'd made the past 365 days; nothing out of the ordinary, and typical perfect Colorado weather. The conditions were absolutely perfect. Unfortunately, weather and light traffic don 't always equate to "safe."

This is where the story takes a turn; a quick punch in the gut from left field that was so unnecessarily surprising that I had no time to react or think. Within moments, my perfect moving weekend turned into a nightmare. I won 't say I don 't remember, because there is nothing about those seemingly endless seconds that I can erase from my memory. The details are horrific, and the events terrifying. I could compose pages and pages of details that would paint a crystal clear picture of my experiences. But, wait for it... I 'm not going to.

The reality is, it doesn 't matter the events of that day or the reason for their occurrence. It doesn 't matter the anger, terror, or despair I felt following the accident. Although my heart is in a constant battle with my earthly desires and feelings on the subject, the truth is, none of those things

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