Personal Narrative-Moving To California

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Moving from DC to California. The day my mom told me we were moving was a school day, I’d just left hanging with my friends, of which I had many. So we were stopped at a red light and she said “ You know that job I interviewed for in San Francisco? Well they called today, and I got it!” I don't know how she expected me to react, but I just kind of sat there not saying much. Wasn’t this supposed to be great news, a huge promotion, a way out of her job that she hated. But I just couldn’t be happy for her. Move to California? Thats absurd. But all our family is here, what about all my friends. It was so crazy I couldn't even be sad or angry. I just kind of pretended it wasn’t happening. I just told my friends, and we didn’t talk about it. I would hang out with them like normal, we did all our usual things right up until the last day of school. The last day was the hardest, how was i never going to be here again, there's no way, it just didn't make any sense. You are probably hearing this and thinking what a wimp, who is this upset, it's just a move there are people in the world …show more content…

Over the summer, I was missing home, and the fact that i was to visit my hometown at the end of the summer made time feel like forever. I took a law class, and was drowning in work, perhaps this contributed to the seemingly everlasting weeks. But when i returned I was left with a feeling i can't quite name. Everything was exactly the same. It was exactly how i remembered it. All the people were there, all the streets, my house, the weather. But, still everything was different. The city did not change but the people did, and so had I. All my friends were still my friends, but they had their own jokes now, their own lives, without me. I thought this would make me angry, but it didn’t. I just felt a huge sense of relief, kind of like everything was going to be okay. It was the first time i’d felt this in over a year. I had finally let

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