Personal Narrative: A Little Kid Moving

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As a little kid moving was a big part of my life. It never got to me when my parents decide to move from state to state. So when my parents announced that we were moving after 3 years of living in this big town. My reactions were not what you would expect. It felt like riding a roller coaster that got stuck on top of a big drop. My world just froze, I didn't even notice my Mom snapping her mid length red french tipped manicured finger nails in my face. Trying to tell me we needed to begin packing before Monday. My suitcase was a bright bubblegum pink that laid half full on top of my twin size green floral pattern debut. Two weeks have passed by and I only manage to get it half way full. I guess the reason it was only half way full was …show more content…
In front of us stood a two story white house with black roof tiles. The windows of the house were shaped in a sideways rectangle. Looking at the houses from the front, there were four windows on the bottom half, while the top held only one lonely window. The wind shook what looked like an antenna on the roof of the house. The apartment held 3 bedrooms which were inadequate compared to our house in St. Joseph, MO. It held a strange smell that I hated. It smelled like this cooking spice. The bedrooms were small with brown carpeting. The kitchen was right in the middle of everything, which helped. The bathroom was a decent size with a marble vanity. Overall the apartment was not terrible. The good thing was my parents said it was only temporary. The worst part about the move was actually moving of items. Especially when you have to go up a flight of stairs to enter the apartment. The blue twelve step stairs was an obstacle that made my life harder than it needs to be. The stairs would make a very loud squeaky sound every time my yellowish white converse took a step. Which became very annoying after a …show more content…
Moving not only meant a new town, it also meant a new school, new friends, and teachers. So pulling up to this new school only set me in a state of nervousness. The school was surrounded by many open green fields. There were two statues of a lion the stood by the entrance walkway. I could feel the curious stares of the students from the clear glass windows on the right. Entering the brightly lit office my mind began to process everything that was taking place, this was actually happening. I look up at the blonde haired middle aged lady. She held a warm smile upon her pale reflection. Her smile made me feel more welcome. At that moment I knew that this change won't be so bad. Receiving a tour of a new school is always frustrating to me. It's like finding your way around Tokyo and not know how to speak Japanese. It didn't help with the fact that the school had two long wide hallways and a library in the center of them both. Making the hallways look identical. Thank goodness I had the counselor to help me around. The consular was an old lady with a round face and red brown hair. She had smile lines and wrinkles on her face. But that did not take away from his warm lovely