Personal Narrative: Moving From Sacramento To The Bay Area

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When I was five I moved from Sacramento to the Bay Area. My family and I soon began attending one of the local churches. Lacking any social skills I struggled to make friends, but by some miracle the most popular girl in the congregation, Jaylean, or J.J. for short, decided that we were to be best friend. She was a book nerd like myself. But we were different in that she had the social skills I lacked. J.J. introduced me to her entire friend group and soon I felt like I belonged. J.J. became my best friend and I’d like to believe that for a while I was her’s. As time passed, our congregation grew large and the church relocated to Redwood City where many families had moved. My family remained in San Bruno; a forty-five minute drive North. Nevertheless,

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