“I still remember the day we left like it was yesterday I will never forget pulling away and looking back at my childhood home. I will also never forget that my best childhood friend was not home the day we left so I never got to say goodbye. I remember thinking I was kind of glad that we didn't say goodbye because I didn't want our friendship to end.” This was the experience Carmie Trayer, now forty-one living in Sinking Spring, Pennsylvania felt when she moved from Ohio to Pennsylvania.
Carmie Trayer is now forty-one and lives in Sinking Spring, Pennsylvania and is a registered nurse that works at the reading hospital and subs in for school nurses. She moved in 1984 and she was nine years old. Carmie moved from Wellington, Ohio to Shillington, Pennsylvania. Her family was forced to move because her dad got transferred in his job, it was not a family choice we did what we needed to do for the time and the situation. This was his second job transfer in ten years.
When arriving in Shillington it was very tough for Carmie. “It was difficult, especially
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Although I do feel that moving as a child and having that event happened it's part of my life story and makes me who I am today.” This shows that Carmie has always liked Ohio better than Pennsylvania and that she misses it a lot. When asked about going back Carmie gave a good response. Carmie said “I have gone back many many many times I enjoy every trip back there and every opportunity that I tend to get back there. Some trips have not been for pleasant trips, but that's part of it it's always good to go home again. I have enjoyed taking my children back to my home and they enjoy when we go there and look forward to it just as much as I do. It is a neat opportunity to show them part of my past.” This shows that Carmie enjoys going back to Ohio and stay connected to her family. Her family helped her get through this tough
Most people who grow up in Cincinnati cant wait to get out, but once they leave they can’t wait to come back because there is no other place like it. It has the small town “homey” feeling everybody grows to love, along with big city options that are easily accessible. Nobody ever wants to come to Cincinnati, but once they do, they realize how special it is, regardless of the territory. Its unique structure comes as surprise, yet, joyous experience and that’s what makes it special. East or West, North or South Who-Dey baby!
of caring about what is best for the family, she wants to go to Tennessee because she has friends there whom she would like to see.
Deen lived in the city she was born in, Albany, up until her teen years were over. She went to Baconton Elementary School; this school was about a five mile bus ride from her grandp...
To me, the drive felt like forever even though it was only 35 miles from Petoskey to Mackinaw City. As 10-year-old me sat in the back seat of my mom’s car, I remember repeatedly asking the question most parents dread to hear, “are we almost there?” Every time I asked she would shake her head in bemused frustration and respond, “you’ll know when we get there”. At the time, I was not sure what I was most excited for: the ride on the ferry, the big horses, the historical fort, the inevitable delicious ice cream; it all sounded whimsically amazing and I could not be more excited to arrive on Mackinac Island.
It was the fall of 2010 and little did I know that my world was about to change drastically. We had moved back to Kenosha, Wisconsin in 2008 after living in Mexico, and I was starting to enjoy my life in the dairy state. My 6th Grade classes had just started at Bullen Middle School. It was right at this time when my world seemingly got flipped upside down. My parents had a family meeting and informed my siblings and me that we were moving to a small Iowa town called Orange City. I had feelings of nervousness, excitement, and sadness all mixed together.
Family is very important, and when I would drift from my family, I would also drift from some of the things most important to me. When Riley’s core memories were tainted and she forgot why those islands were so important to her, she also drifted away from her family in search of something to fill the void she felt. This void was moving away from home, where it is believed held all the important pieces of her personality. Due to the military playing a large role into my growing up, moving to a new place shouldn’t have been so shocking. At sixteen, I moved away from Germany, the place I had been raised for most of my life. I didn’t expect my life to change as much as it did. My bond with my family increased in the time of moving, and I let myself feel many emotions. After leaving my childhood home, I began drifting from my family in search of something new to fill the void of what I defined as home, which was nearly five thousand miles away. I still spent time with my family, but I spent more time with friends and outside of the home. After drifting away from my family, I also drifted away from things I
I still feel the same pain when I see them as if I’m re-living that day over and over again, I never see Lizabeth anymore, her father found a job somewhere that was nicer than the town we were living in I hope, no one should ever half to live in the poverty that our town is in. “The years have taken me worlds away from that time, and that place, from the dust and squalor of our lives, and from the bright thing that I destroyed in a blind, childish striking out at God knows
Growing up in a small town left my life lacking in experiences and opportunities, I felt trapped. Nothing memorable or influential ever happened in Swansboro, North Carolina. From the spot where you passed the initial “Welcome to Swansboro, Friendly City by the Sea” sign, whether you were entering the town from the east or west, there were only a handful of assorted businesses and neighborhoods, considering the only road through was a three-mile stretch of highway, before you reached beyond the city limits and were headed to the next town. Living in such a close-knit, barely populated community greatly impacted my thoughts, beliefs, and personality. Except while everyone else was content with the average town and the limited possibilities for
Today is the day I leave my city behind. I pack all that I need and or want to be able to remember, my photograph of President McKinley and a letter from my mother. I feel very sorrowful that I must leave, but I am
The day I moved away, a lot of things were going through my young mind. As I took my last look at my home, I remembered all the fun times I had with my family and friends through out my life. Now I was moving 800 miles away from all of that with no insight on what lied ahead for me. As my family and I drove away from our Michigan home, I looked out the window wondering what Virginia would be, and what my friends were doing. A lot of things were going through my mind at the time. At the time my main worry was if I would make any friends, and how I would adjust to everything. During the whole drive down, my mother would often let me know that everything would be all right and I would like it. Trying to be strong and hold back my tears, I just shook my head no, wondering why we had to move so far away. Life would be different for me and I knew it would.
It was a warm sunny day in the summer of the nineteen nighties nine, at the Jersey Shore. Sally stood outside her grandparents ' house with hesitation. Should Juan and I have come? Sally thinks to herself. Sally then begins to gaze out at the ocean 's shorelines. As if time had stood still and the world faded away. She closed her eyes and took it all in. It made her think of all the wonderful childhood memories that they had achieved there. Sally remembered playing in the sand, swimming in the ocean, the bright sun gazing down upon her and a boy. This place had memories that Sally would never forget and treasure forever, for that kid now a man was always in her heart and her life.
In “ Losing Home”, Pierson discussed about her feeling of the last chance of returning to her house in Ohio before her mom sold the house. This is because it is a place where she born that home is not just a physical object to her but full of memories. Therefore, Pierson’s “Losing Home” is very similar to my experience of moving to the United State for studying. I never kept count all the times I traveled from Hong Kong to United States. I usually went there during the summer holiday and had some fun with my relatives.
Looking back on a childhood filled with events and memories, I find it rather difficult to pick on that leaves me with the fabled “warm and fuzzy feelings.” As the daughter of an Air Force Major, I had the pleasure of traveling across America in many moving trips. I have visited the monstrous trees of the Sequoia National Forest, stood on the edge of the Grande Canyon and have jumped on the beds at Caesar’s Palace in Lake Tahoe. However, I have discovered that when reflecting on my childhood, it is not the trips that come to mind, instead there are details from everyday doings; a deck of cards, a silver bank or an ice cream flavor.
It was the second semester of fourth grade year. My parents had recently bought a new house in a nice quite neighborhood. I was ecstatic I always wanted to move to a new house. I was tired of my old home since I had already explored every corner, nook, and cranny. The moment I realized I would have to leave my old friends behind was one of the most devastating moments of my life. I didn’t want to switch schools and make new friends. Yet at the same time was an interesting new experience.
When I think back to the days when I was a child, I think about all of my wonderful childhood memories. Often I wish to go back, back to that point in life when everything seemed simpler. Sometimes I think about it too much, knowing I cannot return. Yet there is still one place I can count on to take me back to that state of mind, my grandparent’s house and the land I love so much.