I woke up and rolled over to see the time. It was 4:30 in the morning on July 8, 2012 and I could not believe it was already time. Time to actually move. I had lived in the same little house in Driggs, Idaho all my life. It was small double wide, but I loved it anyway. We were moving over two thousand miles to a small farmhouse in Denton, North Carolina. The drive would take seven days and I had no clue what to expect. My emotions about moving were mixed. I did not want to leave all the friends that I had grown up with. I did not want any change in my life. As hard as it was, I had been convinced that, moving was a risk worth taking. And it certainly was. We had packed everything we could fit into a U-Haul over the course of the last two days, and were packing up the last few things. It was around five in the morning, and I put my last thing into the U-Haul. It was my bike. It was the same bike that I rode every day after school with my friends. As …show more content…
I had been to Grand Teton many times before. It is an exceptionally beautiful place. The wildlife was extraordinary. It was about seven and it started to get dark, so we decided to set up camp about halfway through the park. I remember first getting out of the car. My legs had fallen asleep from the long ride and I was just starting to feel them. The birds and insects were especially loud. There was always a mild hum in the air and no matter where you went you could hear it. There was a cool breeze just enough to feel it, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. After setting up the tents we started a fire and were cooking some hotdogs. After that we went to bed. I remember not being able to go to sleep. Just lying there in a little tent next to my brother wondering what might happen tomorrow, and the next couple days to come. I still did not know how to feel about moving. I missed friends and it hurt knowing that I was probably never going to see them
I thought about writing this long and exaggerated speech about me leaving Maryland but I think I 'll just keep it short and sweet. These past few months people constantly asked me why I wanted to move somewhere I do not know anyone. My response, I know Jesus! No matter where I go I have a friend that is watching over and protecting me. This is a picture of my closet door, in my apartment, at Morgan.
Moving Day The day I moved from the small town of Independence to Virginia Beach was one of the scariest times of my life. Independence is an extremely small town of around 900 people with one stop light. Living in a greatly populated area with absolutely no friends or family other than my husband and my youngest daughter frightened me beyond what I thought I could handle. I cried out to God to give me the emotional and physical strength I needed to make it through this life event. Finding daylight at the end of this moving tunnel that was spiraling out of my control did not seem possible.
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.
The move back to Maryland was one of the biggest challenges in my life, everything was okay in Ohio until my step dad caused problems with me and my mom. It all started when my mom tried kicking my step dad out of the house for domestic violence. She kicked him out because not only has he fought with my mom, but he and I have fought a few times. Everything seemed fine at first until he kept bringing police officers to our house claiming almost all of our household items were his and he wanted to get them back. Of course the officers eventually weren’t allowing him to keep coming back to bug us about it and told him to go to the court and take the problem to a civil court judge.
Hello, thank you for taking the time to view my resume, I have recently moved to Ontario and Iam eager to discover this amazing province. I have lived in several countries including: England, Spain and Brazil; I am now a permanent resident of Canada with dual citizenship; Brazil and Spain. I can speak and write fluently in both English and Portuguese and have an intermediate level in Spanish. Due to multiple living locations I have developed my sense and respect for different cultures, religions and way of life, creating an ability to adapt to many situations; by developing scenarios where, "thinking on your feet", being innovative, compassionate, empathetic and dedicated as well as, having a thirst for knowledge and understanding are thriving
Change is something the whole world goes through at one point or another in their lives, but what’s vital is what we chose to do with that change. It was the summer of 2005, the weather outside was as heavy as an anvil, nevertheless this was the norm in south Florida. My childhood was one to reminisce. Life was perfect, but that all altered when my parents said we were moving to Atlanta Georgia. Things weren’t as easy as I thought they would be, but my biggest reason was my school
I started Scouts when my family moved to Melbourne. I complete 10 months of scouting and had attended many camps in Victoria and had completed my pioneer badges and earned my red cord. Later that year I moved to just outside of Canberra. After meeting Scouts at my first camp in NSW, I was invited on my first green cord hike shortly after turning 12. After completing my basic Scout leadership course, before I turned 13, I was awarded my Blue cord.
I felt frantic and bewildered by the situation. This thought had never crossed my mind as I was elated for summer. I could not believe the fact that I was being told to abandon everything and everyone I had developed a relationship with. I was proud of my achievements in Florida. I spent a lot of time and effort volunteering to help out my community.
I didn’t want to leave my friends or teachers. I loved my school. I have moved a lot in my life, so I didn’t want to move again. One day my mom said we might be moving in a couple months to Oklahoma.
I was a little too young to understand at the time, around four, but i knew we moved because it was
It was just one awful bitter sweet ride for two days to my new home, to a new dream I hoped I was going to somewhere In the Land of the Lakes. I just knew my dream had to be up ahead. Anything was better than what my life had
and we moved back to my home town Laredo but by we I mean my brother me and my mom. We had to stay at my godmothers house but we spent a good amount of time at my great grandmothers house though.
In Colorado we had a nice old house with a big backyard, and a huge hill to go sledding on in the winter. Life was good. Our school was a Charter school which I didn’t like because we had to wear uniforms. Our school was just down the hill and it took less than five minutes to get there because of traffic, there was a intersection right at the bottom of the hill.
It was two months before my fifth grade graduation and three years from my parents divorce. Little did I know the news my mom told me that day would change my life forever. Tears came down my face when she told me we were going to be moving to New Jersey. At this moment I was feeling very confused and startled. Not only was I upset because I was leaving a place I have called home for eight years, but because I was leaving my friends and most importantly my dad and brother.
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?”