Personal Narrative: Moving To Toronto

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I can still remember it. I remember the deep breath they took before spitting out the words that would leave a permanent scar implanted in my mind whenever the word move came up again. Words that I thought would cause my world to diminish a huge blazing fire, a fire that started deep within my heart. Winding the clock back to an April morning where whispers of moving moved with the breeze of the cool spring mornings. Taking no mind to it I let the words go through one ear and out the other. Moving wasn’t new to me, I had moved twice before however they were small moves, I could still walk to my old apartment if I had wanted to. But when the trips to Toronto became more frequent in mid June, doubts sprung up, could I actually be moving? I can’t be moving to Toronto, right? …show more content…

It was 8 years ago when my parents sat me on the couch that was transformed into countless forts, the same couch that was a boat when I took my trips across hot lava. I remember wishing that I could sail away from what I was about to

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