Have you ever had to leave everything behind and start all over again? It was a day I could never forget. I was just about to leave for school when my Father came up to me and murmured in my ear “ We are moving.” I had been eager to move from Minnesota and I couldn’t believe it I was so enthusiastic that day that I finish all my homework at school. Once I got home I started bombarding my father with questions like, where are we moving to, which school am I going to and when are we leaving. I was to excited to sleep that night.
The next day came I had to tell my whole class that I was moving. I was nervous, but I finally decided to break the news to the class and announced “I’m moving everyone!” it felt good to get it off my chest. After a
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Once we got to the airport my Mom finally told me where we were going “Were going to North Carolina!” she exclaimed. I was shocked so we preceded to look for our exit gate. Our exit gate was at the end of the row and I nearly got lost while looking. I was three gates away from our exit gate but a lady grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and said “go back to your Mom.” As we reached our gate I stared out the windows, as I saw the large plane I was afraid. “Can’t we just drive Mom?” I asked “no it would take too long, anyways there's nothing to be afraid of.” she …show more content…
“Do we have to go Mom” I asked. “No we have to go.” Once we got on our next flight it was only going to take one to two hours to reach North Carolina. During the flight I just sat there regretting leaving. After landing we waited an extra hour for our luggage because it was all on the other plane. Finally my Father picked us up from the airport. When we reached our apartment we were greeted by a warm place unlike the plane. I loved it. I thought everything would be better there than in Minnesota, but I was
When I was 7 years, I moved from my home in Australia to the other side of the planet to Dallas Texas. When I heard that I was moving, I felt a wave of despair wipe over me. As Taylor says “I have never in my own memory been outside of Kentucky” (Kingsolver 12). This was the same for me since I had never been
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.
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.
Are we going to live in the desert? Will we have to ride horses to get everywhere? Those were the questions that came out of my mouth at the age of nine when I heard, at the time, the worst news I could hear. It was a typical summer evening in Springfield, Missouri, with my parents and two siblings, Anthony and Ashley. We were sitting in our backyard around the fire pit listening to the trees whisper as they blew in the wind and watching the fireflies zoom around the night sky. My mom let out a big sigh and looked at my dad; he then looked at us with an expression I could not read. I could tell he was having a hard time figuring out how to break the news to us; then, without any warning or explanation, he ecstatically blurted out, "Kids, We are moving to Texas!" At the time, I was unaware that moving to Texas was about to be the best thing ever to happen to me. Starting new chapters in your life by moving can often bring a whole new experience with many life lessons and great opportunities.
When I entered the airplane I was as excited as a 6-year-old could be about losing the people she loved the most. The greatest aspect of my fear was the idea of losing my mother. As a child, I always
Life in the middle school and high school was not easy for me. I had become an introvert, I still didn’t know how to be social, and I had very few friends. I was teased for being very quiet, and some people insinuated that I’m scared of fellow people. On the other hand life at home was difficult. My mother had become so bitter and pleased her was next to impossible. She became very harsh with my brother and me, and we were always scolded for even the smallest mistakes. Once in a while, my father would come for us and take us to the city he lived. I would look out of the windows as we drove out of town and would imagine how life in another city would feel like. I looked at the skies, and all I saw were promises of a better future. All my life I had lived in San
Thomas Tanner’s article Shifting the Narrative: Child – led Responses to Climate Change and Disasters in El Salvador and the Philippines seeks to examine children’s agency, as well as, their ability to participate in change and preventing disasters in the majority world. Tanner emphasizes that atmospheric greenhouse gases are placing a large pressure on human kind to adapt, alluding to a change in our social, economic, and political spheres (339). Tanner stresses for the active participation in efforts to, “prevent, prepare for, cope with, and adapt to climate change and extreme events” (340). This paper provides researchers with a pathway to inform critical understandings between children and adults, stressing agency and power within youth.
We loaded the van, and then we set off to go home. The trip home was pretty quiet. We stop a few times and my Mom always says “We’re almost there, guys.” I’m so glad I did. Well, after many, many grueling hours, we finally arrived home!
It took about 45 minutes to get the airport. Thoughts were rushing through my mind the whole time of what Florida would be like. I had gone twice before, but I was really young and I couldn't remember anything from those trips. My cousins met us at the airport and my grandparents
I began to worry, I had never been anywhere with lots of people, without my parents. I walked quickly to my gate, where I found other people who were also going to L.A., very unhappy. I took an empty seat in the corner so I could call home. “Hi Mom, my flight got delayed. I don’t know how long I will be
Have you ever had to leave behind almost everything that you loved, and go somewhere new, and try new things? I have, and that’s something that’s still happening today. This is about my experience moving from Georgia, to Columbia, South Carolina. But before I even lived in Georgia, I lived in a small town in Virginia. Now looking back on it, I’m glad that our family left Virginia, because in Georgia, and now South Carolina, there’s so much more opportunity for success. But at the time it was very difficult, because that was all I knew. But that’s the reason I have hope for moving to Columbia. But I had to leave behind a whole lot of stuff in Georgia, and now it’s like I have to work really hard to get back what I once had.
It wasn’t like anything I’ve ever felt before although the intense summer heat penetrating through the bullet proof glass walls of the airport felt somewhat familiar. It was my very first time coming back home to the Philippines ever since my family decided to move away. I was eight years old when we moved away, which I guess made it easier for me to adjust to a new culture. My mind was yet to mature and I was yet to realise that I was leaving the country I was born in and was about to get introduced to a very different way of life. Coming home made me feel as if it was a foreign land all over again, I had forgotten so much about the country and I couldn’t wait to experience the atmosphere of the Philippines once again.
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.
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.
Taking that flight was nothing like the flights I’ve taken before. I had just recently celebrated my fourteenth birthday a week before being told that we were taking a trip. My dad wanted to surprise me for keeping up good grades in school. With my father working in the military and knowing a lot about other countries, I couldn’t have asked for a better gift. Went