Major Life Changes

Authors Note: I decided to write my Personal Narrative on moving because it was an experience that is still fresh in my mind. Also because it it an experience that I feel like I can best write about.

I stood on my front lawn on a sunny, warm, Friday afternoon just watching my house trying to remember all of the little details I loved about it. I hugged my best friend while saying our final goodbye just wishing that the moment would never end. I remember when I said the last final goodbye to my school, neighborhood, and my friends. I realized that after that moment, I would just be a distant memory to the people that I once called my best friends. I couldn’t believe that I was moving.

I remember that I only had 5 minutes until I had to get into the car and say goodbye to my Michigan life. I used the last few minutes at my old house that I had lived in for 10 years. I walked up the red-brown creaky staircase up to the white front door while remembering the time we had to carry my 90-pound dog down to the car to take him to the vet. I entered the house and saw the dark purple wall on my right, and the big bookcase on my left. I walked up the 3 steps from the entryway to the living room and turned to my right, to get my old room. Just seeing the bright blue walls, and the automatic lamp that my dad had just installed made me wish that I would never have to leave.

The entire time we were in the car I was still crying from saying goodbye to my best friend Sam. My legs were stiff and I just couldn’t get my mind off of Michigan. It’s the place that I remember growing up in, and I always will. Having a major change in my life like that was very traumatic, in good and bad ways. The worst thing was leaving all of my best friends that I had known since preschool, and coming to a new place where I didn’t know anybody.

Coming to Pewaukee School District was an experience I will always remember.. Walking into school on the first day was the most terrifying thing that I have ever had to do. Seeing so many unfamiliar faces, and walking down strange hallways was very overwhelming. For the first couple of weeks I knew I was going to be known as “The New Girl”, but I didn’t know how bad it felt to be called that. After about a month, I started figuring out who my friends were potentially going to be. I started putting names to faces and recognizing the hallways. After a while, things weren’t as bad as I thought they were going to be.

Although moving was a terrible idea at first, it got better as the months went on. I learned to love my new house, friends, and school. I kept in touch with my old friends in Michigan and I will always miss them. But when one door closes, another one opens.