All in favor of moving to say yay.NAY!!! Allright we are moving to frisco!Noooooooooooooo!!!! Moving to Frisco 0.101 What’s the point of voting if it don’t even matter?My parents were talking on the phone when the decided to move.Admitatly we were sent to cleaning 24/7!I wish my opinion mattered even a slight,but of course it dose not just becouse im a kid. .Selling the house wasn’t esay people would come in and out of the house and i didn’t like that,the people enjoyed to make un fair deals. Which sometimes encluded us paying people more than our house is worth!We always had to know when they were coming,becouse we can not stay at our house when they arrive. We packed our things and moved it was so sillient i couldn’t believe this was happening
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...ousin. I knew deep inside that at this point, we were going to move. I was sad. However, my whole neighbourhood had completely changed. Many of them had already moved out. Rarely would anyone come out to play. It just was not the same. I was kind of holding onto a cul-de-sac that did not exist.
I did not mind the new house, to me it was nice and bright compared to my old house which was brown and dull. My sister spent a little time being mopey from moving while I decided to make myself at home and picked my home and brought my stuff in. Despite the little ups and downs in my life I learned that no matter how bad things can get, you just keep moving forward and make the best of any
Moving is lots of work took me 4 days to pack and 5 to get everything from one house to the new house in Firestone. It was an extremely sad day when we moved because we have lived in that house for 10 years and have had so many memories like when i had my first sleep over i went down the stairs in a pillowcase and broke my hand and the time my sister did a cartwheel down the stairs and broke the railing and my dad was so hostile and frustrated. The part that made me so hostile is when people had to come to the house and look at the home very cautiously i could not be in the house at all i had to leave and and be out of the house of half an hour with my 1 year old brother. It's extremely stressing to have a little brother that but I admire
couldn't get out of the house I tried my best to stay in my room and keep the
At first, I was hesitant about moving into a new house. I was mostly happy about not having to share a room with my younger brother anymore. Sharing a room for 6 years was long enough for me. As a little girl, I was so glad that I got to paint and decorate my room whatever way I wanted. My family went from living in a small split floor house to a big four leveled house. The new house has twice the amount of space for my family. At first our house seemed...
Our large family of six had lived in the same small house for the past twelve years. We shared rooms and we were growing up. My parents had always wanted a bigger house. It was time to move and we had the money.
My parents had fiddled with the idea for the entire summer and it seemed as if it was the time to take the plunge in the stagnant issue of moving. It’s not like it had been as surprise that the move was coming; yet it seemed too soon. California was the only place that was known as home, it was so familiar that it was near impossible to be living somewhere else. One thing that has to be kept in mind when making a drastic lifestyle change is the packing. The packing seemed endless, piles and piles of useless belongings that at one point were so important, now lined the bottomless pit of a dumpster. The last night before the move was an incredibly difficult one and not how I expected it. All of the family that had accompanied me since birth came to say their tearful goodbyes. Of course there was crying involved from my part, but I never knew I could cry so much. For so...
I was raised in rural wyoming where hunting was not only tradition, but a way of life. Since I could walk I had been accompanying my dad on all varieties of hunts. My father did all that was possible to pass on the knowledge and lessons needed for me to become a responsible hunter and man. However, there are some lessons that can only be learned through personal experience. They are often the ones of moral and ethical decisions. My sophomore year of high school I committed the hunting mistake most outstanding in my mind.
Having an immense amount of weight on my back while I was trying to get to my new home wasn’t a very good motivation. In fact, I wanted to drop my pack and die every three steps. It didn’t matter how long I had been at Second Nature and how much I had become fond of the place, I hated hiking with crippling weight. The reality of the situation, however, was that we simply could not stop. No matter how much it hurt, we had to keep moving, or else we wouldn’t make it to camp where there would be a source of water. It wasn’t just the hiking that was hard either. Everything I did out there was back breaking and there were so many moments that I just wanted to give up again and again. Yet, I never did.
Excited. Nervous. Determined. Those three words perfectly describe how I was feeling my first day of college. The enrollment process was rigorous for me, but with the encouragement and support from my boyfriend, I was able to finish submitting the required paperwork by the school's deadline. After all of that was over with, I could finally begin a whole new chapter of my life that I had never visioned for myself. None of my family members have attended college, I was going to be the first one. This means, I was showing up for my first class completely mentally unprepared. I was unaware of what to expect for my first semester at Ocean County College.
Have you ever been persuaded into voting? Well, you should have your own say on where your opinion goes. Voting is a right that every citizen in America over the age of 18 can do. Many people have become aware of the fact that the number of voters had reached its all time low. But as the newest voting season comes closer, we should still have a voice and the freedom to decide what we do. Which is, take a step against making America a compulsory voting country, because it proves unnecessary and there are other alternatives than mandatory voting.
I am moving back to Illinois with my dad!' And ran upstairs to my room, slammed
Stripping my bed and pillows and putting them in the boxes. Carefully placing all my toys in a box, and having to choose seven of my stuffed animals. Most of our stuff was going in our car. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to say goodbye to my friends, soon the week passed, and I only got to say goodbye to my two best friends, who lived right next store, they were the best of friends you could ever have, even though we had fights constantly we always made
The house was almost unrecognizable. If it hadn’t been for the memories stuck in my brain and those that were seen as I closed my eyes, I would not have known where I had been. I wanted to ask my dad why grandpa would allow them to do this to his house, but I knew it would have been rude since the renters were in front of us. My parents noticed our shocked faces and tried to get us to get rid of them so we did not offend them.