Moved to Wisconsin Halfway through kindergarten were you traveling across the country? Well, I was. I was five years old and lived in Oregon. One day my mom said, “Pack your luggage.” A couple months later my mom, dad, sister, brother, and I took a four-day road trip to Wisconsin. First, we packed our bags, then we all said, “goodbye” to all of our family and friends. I was forlorn and wanted to stay. Grandpa and our dog were driving a Uhaul while my mom, dad, sister, brother and I were in the car. I was young, so I slept most of the time, I slept in the car and we stopped at hotels every night. When we got there I was pleased to be out of the car. We went to my grandma and grandpa’s house because we didn't have a house yet. My mom
Wisconsin Dells was better than Six Flags because my family stayed longer. We were in Wisconsin Dells for four days, but we were only at Six Flags for two days. Because we were in the Dells longer, my family was able to create more memories. Six Flags may have had more attractions inside the park itself, but I felt rushed and did not enjoy my time there as much. The length of time my family spent in Wisconsin also gave us the ability to experience the numerous attractions found outside of the park.
Many folks go their whole lives without having to move. For them it is easy; they know the same people, have loads of friends, and never have to move away from their families. As with me, I was in a different situation. I grew up my entire life, all eighteen years of it, in a small town called Yorktown, Virginia. In my attempt to reach out for a better life style, my girlfriend and I decided we were going to move to Shreveport, Louisiana. Through this course of action, I realized that not two places in this country are exactly alike. I struggled with things at first, but I found some comforts of home here as well.
Have you ever had to move to another state? If you have move to another state, I know how you feel. You might had have friends that you were really close to, but then it turns out that you have to leave them because your parents got a new job or something else happened. Well let me tell you my experience, based on why I had to move.
Throughout my life I have been traveling to and from New York and it has pretty much became a regular part of my life. I have left and came back multiple times over the years, from going on vacations to moving for good, but the most significant time was when I was moving out of New York when I was a kid. My parents had a reason to move down to Philadelphia so they decided that’s what we were going to do. Since I was born here and spent most of my early childhood here, the thought of living somewhere else was strange to me, as it would for almost any kid at that age, and I didn’t really know how life would be like outside of the neighborhood where I’m from. The part of New York where I grew up at was very neighborhoody in the Bronx, everyone
As my brother, sister, dad, and I pull up to the house, I look at it with uncertainty, not knowing what to expect. It was a small blue house and had flowers planted around it. We walked up to the house with me in the lead. That didn't last long though. I was too nervous, so I stood still and turned around, waiting for my dad to get ahead of me.
We take them inside and then finally were on the road it only took 4 hours.Then we arrive at Sky Zone and we signed the Waivers and waited for my brothers.When they came Skyler,Riley,Domonic and I all agreed to a dodge ball against Elliot.Then about an hour and a half later I told Lori I was hungry so she bought us nachos then after that I played reality dodge ball.The last activity I did was Foam Zone.Then for late lunch early dinner we went to Red Robin.Dad had a burger that had ghost pepper sauce,jalepenos,and pepper jack chesse.Then Elliot and Skylier,Domonic Riley and I all talked on how we would run away to wherever.Then sadly very sadly we had to go home :{.On the way home we played 20 questions.Once during 20 questions Lori said she was a food I asked “are you a vegetable”she said “yes”I asked”are you green”she said “yes”then I said are you asparugus she
I turned around and followed my family to our car. What a day I had had.
My mom had been going to school in Greeley and staying at my Aunt Margaret's house . She had been away for two weeks and wanted to come home for the Fourth of July weekend. My mom had suggested that I go back with her and visit colleges, shop, go to movies and just spend time together. I had been feeling pretty sorry for myself since she had been gone. I had been working alot as a maid and helping my dad run the house, I was getting very irritated with my siblings as I felt that I was the only family member doing my part to help my dad. I was really excited to have a week with my mom to myself. The whole ride over we were talking about what I wanted to do that week. Making plans and having "me time" seemed very important at the time.
When my mom told me that we were going to Georgia to see my aunt and uncle, I was beyond excited. I was very surprised when my mom asked me since I was only thirteen at the time, and I never had gone on
was two minutes away, so my grandpa came and got us kids so my mother could stay
I slipped my shoes on, and ran for the door with my suitcase in my hand. Mom followed. She opened the door and walked out. I walked with her. We approached the car, and got in it.
We drove down the road, there was little traffic even with it being rush hour, and we arrived at my house quicker than it took to get to the hospital.
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.
My mother, my sister, my father and I walked two blocks, and took the subway back to our hotel.
My dad and sister watched television, my mom crocheted, and I worked on my Kinderbuch for German class. As usual, everyone but me fell asleep. At 10:30, we packed all of our things into the back of the Tahoe and pulled around to he front to return the keys.