Personal Narrative: Moving To House

We moved here because my dad got a new job. He had to move from California to Newton. It was okay at first since we had a few family members, but after I had to go to school, I was already regretting my whole life. Until, I met some nice great friends. Then it got better that 's why I think that Newton is a great city to

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Kam Yarger. Kam Yager is my mother. My mothers birthday is on 11/1/75. My mother was born at the Wood County Hospital In Bowling Green OHIO. My mother 's parents are Betty and Tay Yarger.

My father used to take us fishing in the area and my mother would take us to the Southeast Library around the corner. We were heavily involved in that community but we have all eventually moved from there. Now if given the option, none of my family members would go back to live at that house if our life depended on it.

In the spring of 2012, I was informed that we were going to move. As a thirteen going on fourteen year old, the news was rather jarring. I was born and raised in that house, in that town, it was all I knew. We packed up our belongings and began the 678 mile journey to our new “home.” Moving from Hartland, Michigan to Durham, North Carolina was not only immense in distance, but in way of life.

We took only the essentials and traveled to New Orleans, where family was waiting to take us in. I didn't like the idea of leaving the only home I had ever known, but I liked New Orleans all the same. During my teen years, I wrestled with the idea of returning to New York, but I found a certain comfort in NOLA and so I eventually decided to stay.

Being able to live in Arizona provided me with new opportunities. For instance being able to attend East Valley Institute of technology . Also having the opportunity to be on the track team my freshmen year which was always goal of mine. Truly, I am glad my family and I moved it gave me time to spend with my grandmother who was there for me every day and even a phone call away.

The positive intake of living in Whitewater was the fact of it being like living in a big house, everybody knew each other. There was only one grammar school, high school and college. So the same kids I knew in daycare were the same kids I grew older with. For the most part I enjoyed living in a small town. I also had lots of family that were living in the area.

Then we moved with my aunt and cousins back in austin and my mom saved and saved til we moved out into a duplex it the 04 by Linder elementary. And we started there for my first grade school year then we moved down the street from there to some other duplexes for my second grade year. And my third-year we moved into these apartments down the street from Mabel Davis fourth grade year is the year we moved by ladie Bird Lake the apartments were called Lake View. And that 's when I moved to metz elementary.

Sadly, we stayed in Fresno till I was a fourth grader, just when I was comfortable with my environment, my mom had noticed that the place we lived at was getting more and more dangerous every day. The crime kept rising, but I was young and didn’t notice my surroundings. My aunt was the one who told my mom to move in with her, in Iowa. My mom worried about our wellbeing so we had no choice but to move to Iowa. My siblings and I were frustrated with my mom because we liked where we lived and

When I lived in bakersfield, my family was faced with a choice. We could either continue to stay in bakersfield or move to Fresno to buy and manage a gas station. It would mean leaving our big house and living in an apartment for a few months. It would mean leaving my high school for a brand new high school. It would mean leaving my friends for new friends.

When I was 14 I had to move to San Clemente, California. I had already recently moved temporarily to Texas while a house was made ready for us on the military base. “The house is ready!” my mother had said excitedly, after being on the phone for a few minutes. “It’s time to go back?”

Although not every move was easy, I soon started enjoying it and looked forward to learning something new about a different place. Therefore, when my father informed me that we were going to relocate to USA, I was on top of the moon. I looked forward to a new environment and new experiences. Despite all the different moves, I found my relocation to Maryland one of the hardest. I soon realized that the schooling was very different and people even talked differently.

I lived with my mom, dad, and my younger brother in a house on eight acres by the more rural part of town. I never imagined that one day we would never be together again. I used to hear my parents argue after dusk. At the time, I did not think anything about their disputes. I thought that most parents disagreed like that

I grew up in Wellston, Ohio and lived in the countryside about fifteen minutes from town. My house was a home to me and it wasn 't the greatest, but it was special to me. My big backyard consisted of many fruit trees and a grape vine, it was where I had bonfires with my family and friends, and it was where I ran free with my brother. I had a pond, “over the hill” as my brother and I would say, where we swam and fished in the summertime and sat on the deck feeding bread to the bluegill as we had conversations about life. Behind our pond was where thousands of trees stood tall and where we roamed every inch of the hidden land.

When it was time for us to leave, I felt like I was leaving the world behind me. I was very heartbroken because, this is a place where I lived almost my whole life. I never imagined us picking up everything and leaving to relocate to another town. My emotions were getting the best of me, a lot was going through my young mind. As we were pulling off I remembered all the fun times I had with my friends and family in that house.