Narrative Essay On My Journey

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My journey started the beginning of sixth grade. I lived in the house that consisted of four people: my mom, my dad, my little brother, and me. I was used to having my own room, and my own closet. Half way through sixth grade my life changed. My parents got divorced. I did not realize how much my life would change when we moved into my aunt’s house until my mom could get back on her feet. I went from living with a family of four to living with a family of eleven. Things started to become extremely surreal when I had to learn how to share with my cousin, Kacey, and share a bathroom with ten other people in the process. It was a huge adjustment not only for me, but for my mom and brother as well. Since I have discovered this on my journey it …show more content…

One of the many obstacles that I faced was literally giving up my privacy. I had to learn to share everything with my cousin; I had to share my bed with her, a closet, a room. It was something we both were not used to doing extremely often. It caused many fights between us and we went long periods without talking to each other. We had to eventually make a system that would work for both of us. Another obstacle I faced along this journey was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. These obstacles have taught me to open up more to my family and that I do not have to hide in my little shell anymore, family will always be there for you. Even though I only lived with my aunt and my cousins for five months, it felt like it lasted a lifetime. It is an experience that nobody will ever forget and everyone learned something from this experience. Each morning when everybody was trying to get ready for their day at once, it was mad house. My mom and my aunt would be blow drying their hair in the doorway, leaving just enough room for the kids to walk through the cords and in between them to get the bathroom. We had almost three people in the bathroom brushing their teeth or combing their hair while someone else taking a shower. Other people were running around the kitchen trying to find something to eat and looking for all the bags, shoes, and trying to get all the kids outside …show more content…

They may not all be the same or even remotely close, which is why I am thankful that I have discovered this path and even though it took me a while to realize some things, I eventually discovered myself. I am finally happy with who I am and open myself up more. This journey has taught me to be appreciative of the little things that happen in life. I am beyond thankful for this journey and this experience because it really opened my eyes to a whole new perspective on life and if this journey never happened I strongly believe I would not be the person I am today and this whole experience just made me grateful. If my parents never got divorced, I would not be able to have this kind of journey of discovering myself and who is really there for me and who is not really there me. To this day, I spend more time at my aunt’s house than I do at my own house. I go to my aunt’s house almost every weekend and relax with them. I catch myself spending an extremely large amount of time over there that it has become my go to place when I just need to talk someone. My aunt is my go-to person when I need someone to talk and that experience of having us live under the same roof only brought us closer together. In the end even if it was for a short amount of

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