"I may not always be there with you, but I will always be there for you." This statement is how it was with my friends and everyone that I cared about. I spent a lot of time with my friends and the ones that I love and care about. They were so close to my heart that wherever we went together, we were safe and protected by each other. This kind of friendship was something I never knew was there. These friendships were something so dear to my heart, but when my dad's work transferred him to Switzerland, my heart shattered, and everything felt as if nothing will ever be the same again, that was when I learned the true value of "I may not always be there with you, but I will always be there for you." When we care about the ones we love, we would …show more content…
It wasn't the first time my dad's work transferred him to another country. We moved to Switzerland when I was 3 years old, but this was different. My family has lived in Minnesota since the day we moved back. We thought that that would be the last time we would ever move. My dad came home one day with the news that he was getting transferred back to Switzerland. This news astonished my family, we had not moved in a long time and it never crossed my mind that we would again. I was motionless, my first thought that was "What's going to happen to me and my friends?" I arrived at school the next day with the thought that kept repeating in my mind "Will this separation affect our friendship?" I walked in and found my friends sitting in our usual spot (a table in the cafeteria), waiting to be let into class. They happily greeted me, as I approached them solemnly. They immediately recognize that something was wrong, and started questioning the reason for my sadness. After a minute of them trying to figure out the reason for my sadness, I intervened and explained to them about the move to Switzerland. The light in their faces looked as if someone vacuumed out all the color. After a moment of silence, they all broke out of stillness and were soon giving me reasons not to go, but I had no choice. We were all filled with sadness and sorrow. After that we retreated back to our normal ways, but all of us knew that I would be leaving soon …show more content…
I kept thinking back to when I saw my friend's expressions when I told them the news. The disappointment in their eyes was painful to look at. I arrived to school, feeling troublesome at the thought that this will be the last time I will attend Rutherford Elementary. As I stared at the interior of the school, I spotted the big clock that hovered above the library. It was 8:20, and I realized that I got to school earlier than usual. I walked through the halls of the school, thinking to myself about all the times I have gone through these halls. I opened up my locker, as I took off my winter clothes and put my stuff away. Afterwards, I entered my classroom, thinking that this will be the last time I'll ever be in here again. I went straight for my desk and started collecting my school supplies, until someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was all my friends coming to say their farewells and goodbyes. We hugged each other constantly and told each other that we'd never forget. Until Gillian (one of my friends) pulled out a sheet of paper, on it there was a number and an email. Under that it said "I'll miss you, but we'll always be friends." I gave her a huge hug and told her how thankful I was to have her and all my friends. Soon class started and everything seemed as if it was just a regular day of school (besides packing up my stuff for most of the day). Before I knew it, school was over. I
I think I would be a good student at this school. I knew from visiting that the school itself held a warm, home-like feel to it. The academic and home-like environment seemed like a great place for me; I think I might be able to excel here. And here I was again, just a week later, except cold, sopping wet, and disoriented. Why was I even out in the rain? I wondered. I couldn’t seem to remember what I was doing before. My memory was foggy until the moment I stepped through the door.
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
The time was running fast and I had a couple days left to spend some time with my family and friends. At that time I realized of people I will miss, and I wouldn’t able to meet them again. Even for my parents, it was the toughest time leaving all families and friends behind and start a new life in a new place.
I stayed in Texas for two years until one day I came home from school to find my mom packing up all of our belongings into our big red Toyota truck. She said “Pack up all your stuff, we’re leaving to stay with Jennifer and Jordan”--Mom’s best friend and my childhood friend-- “so we’re driving to Mississippi”. I stared at her for about two minutes as she hustled to pack her clothes into her suitcases but, I went to my room, went through my closet and started packing too. We finished the whole house in a matter of hours, we picked up my little brother from daycare and said goodbye to
I make this statement based off of a rather small sample size: myself (my 8th grade science teacher would scold me for this). Nonetheless, middle school was truly difficult. I don't say this because of rigorous courses, or frustratingly strict bathroom rules, but rather because I spoke close to no English for a large part of it.
Take two kids, for example, who have been best friends since the first grade. Later in high school, one of the two friends is heading downhill with their life. This is a time when the friend needs the other friend the most. If the other friend isn't there for them, then it can be really hard. We depend on our friends to help us out.
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.
Moving to another country is a huge, scary, life-changing but moving to another country alone is even bigger, scarier, and more life-changing. Trying a new things can be exciting but it can also be scary. Sometimes things may not turn out exactly as you had hoped but I rather move to another country with many failure than just stay in Laos forever. Yes something bad could happen. But something bad could happen when i walk out my front door tomorrow, too.
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.
There were people at my house going through my family’s belongings telling me what was worth keeping and what wasn’t. I felt like I couldn’t have my own opinion and if I shared my opinions, I would instantly be looked down on. I was in charge of my own things and had little to no say in anything else that happened. I wasn’t even allowed to go into my mom’s room to collect things that were special to her. I couldn’t even grab items of hers that would have comforted me while I was grieving. You could feel the tension throughout the whole house as we got closer and closer to getting everything packed up. We were all mentally, emotionally, and physically drained. Those emotions stuck around as we were welcomed into our new home. My siblings and I were introduced to new rules at our house and they were nothing like what we were used to. We had to eat as a family which was a new concept to us. We came from a divorced household where my mom was almost never home for dinner because she was working to support her kids. We were expected to get along and communicate with each other. I never felt connected to my legal guardians and that made simple tasks such as communicating, incredibly difficult. People were so happy about the situation and I didn’t understand why. I remember seeing the church bulletin announcing, “The Fruits family has grown by three! Welcome Michael, Sarah, and Rachel to the family”.
Moving to another country and starting a new chapter of life are two of the most difficult things in life. Nobody wants to change, including me. In my country, Vietnam, people usually says that "if you have a chance to live in the United States, your future will be so bright because living in America is living on a field that is full of gold." When I was young and still as a child, my parent told me that we will be leaving Vietnam and moving to the United States in the future. When I heard that, I was so happy. Four years ago, my family and I moved to the United States with the hope of having a better future and the happiness of family reunion with my grandparent. On the way to United State, we always thought, expected, and hoped that everything will be okay and fine. After few months we have been living in the new country, problems started to happen. My parents could not communicate and understand people who spoken English because they had no chance to study English back in Vietnam. In Vietnam, they only used motorcycle. When they came here, they had to learn how to drive cars. It was really hard for my parents to find jobs since they could not speak and understand English, could not drive either. Everything was new and we had to learn and start everything from the beginning. It was really hard for my parent, including me.
On the day they moved, I remember praying and asking God how any good was coming from this situation. Then He reminded me of Isaiah 55:8-9, “for My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, declares the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways and My thoughts than your thoughts.” I was filled with an overwhelming sense of peace and at the same time convicted for my lack of faith.
This journey taught me so much that I wouldn’t have ever imagined. I grew from this experience mentally and I saw my parents becoming closer and regaining that bond they held with one another. This event taught me to be more appreciative with all the little things I have and made me realize that life isn’t going to go the way you want it to; you have to fight for the path to lead you in the right direction. I was brought closer to both my parents and my brothers. This event started new beginnings for this family, a new start to get things right because when I found out I would be moving to San Diego, I never would have realized the struggles I went through; especially when I was a silent voice in the decision.
My parents had go to Switzerland the week after for the funeral and the family. We had school going on and my parents decided to leave us with friends and go by their own. I stayed at a very good friend of mine, and my sister at one hers. They left and, where going to stay there at least a week. The time I spent there was really hard. Not only because the most helpful people I could have been with where away but I kept on having flashbacks.
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.