Moving Away Narrative

It seems like everything starts out when you are young. These are the memories that you will hold on for the rest of your life. Certain memories either make you cringe or smile. Whether it was the one time you and your sister were throwing a pillow around the house and your mother told you not to, and it resulted in a shattered black vase. Or the vacation to every child's idea of heaven, Disney World. When I was younger, about the age of 5, we had moved away from our whole entire family. My dad's job had us relocate to some other part of the country. My new home would be bleak and unsatisfying, nothing would ever be the same as Pittsburgh. I had dreaded the midwest and now having to move there permanently, was not going to be okay with me. This nightmare became a reality. Family was such a big part of my life when I was growing up. I was influenced by so many people to do great things. But now that I would not have the connection of spending time with them, other arrangements had to be set in place. My mom always told my sister and I that anyone we wanted to talk to was just a phone call away. We had ended up calling my grandparents about three times a week.
Meaning a break from school or work. Christmas was a must! Christmas was always important in my family. It really didn’t matter about presents, yes it was a great bonus but everyone came together despite differences. Seeing everyone just made everything so much more important. The time spent together was worth more, now that it was limited. Then as everyone got older, we would make our whole entire summer vacation about returning home. My mom would pull us out early from the last day of school with the car packed and ready for the eight hour trip back. Hasta la vista