Narrative on My Life so Far
Narrative
My whole life, my family has moved from house to house. We’ve lived with my grandmother, in multiple apartments, in “repo” houses, and now in houses that are still being built. It definitely hasn’t been easy, but it has definitely helped me become the person I am today. When I was seven, my grandmother was having some financial problems among other things. When my parents sold our first house, we moved into her double wide trailer to help her pay some bills. We lived with her my whole third grade year. Once she was old enough to draw my grandfather’s pension, we moved into a two bedroom apartment. My brother had a horrible teacher his first grade year, so my mom pulled us both out of school and started homeschooling us my fourth grade year. It was definitely a huge adjustment. Not just for me, but for my mom and brother as well. I don’t remember much about the first year of homeschooling, but I remember how my mom tried to make everything as fun as possible. For example, the summer before school started, we went across the country and learned about Lewis, Clark, and Sacagawea. We also got to go to the beach in the fall and do school there. Around my fourth grade year, my mom started having trouble with her family. It became almost unbearable to be around them. We needed out of our little apartment anyway, so my parents started looking for houses about an hour away in a place called Teays Valley. They found a horribly, run-down, “repo” house in Scott Depot. They placed one of the lowest bids on the house thinking they wouldn’t actually get it, but one day they got a call that they had won the bid. All I remember was being heartbroken at first. My family was broken on my mom’s side, which was an unwelcome change, and I was going to have to move away from all my friends who I’d known my whole life. My parents said it was just temporary, and that we’d move back as soon as we fixed it up and sold the house. We had to gut the entire house
My whole life, my family has moved from house to house. We’ve lived with my grandmother, in multiple apartments, in “repo” houses, and now in houses that are still being built. It definitely hasn’t been easy, but it has definitely helped me become the person I am today. When I was seven, my grandmother was having some financial problems among other things. When my parents sold our first house, we moved into her double wide trailer to help her pay some bills. We lived with her my whole third grade year. Once she was old enough to draw my grandfather’s pension, we moved into a two bedroom apartment. My brother had a horrible teacher his first grade year, so my mom pulled us both out of school and started homeschooling us my fourth grade year. It was definitely a huge adjustment. Not just for me, but for my mom and brother as well. I don’t remember much about the first year of homeschooling, but I remember how my mom tried to make everything as fun as possible. For example, the summer before school started, we went across the country and learned about Lewis, Clark, and Sacagawea. We also got to go to the beach in the fall and do school there. Around my fourth grade year, my mom started having trouble with her family. It became almost unbearable to be around them. We needed out of our little apartment anyway, so my parents started looking for houses about an hour away in a place called Teays Valley. They found a horribly, run-down, “repo” house in Scott Depot. They placed one of the lowest bids on the house thinking they wouldn’t actually get it, but one day they got a call that they had won the bid. All I remember was being heartbroken at first. My family was broken on my mom’s side, which was an unwelcome change, and I was going to have to move away from all my friends who I’d known my whole life. My parents said it was just temporary, and that we’d move back as soon as we fixed it up and sold the house. We had to gut the entire house