Personal Narrative: Moving Through My Life
At First I was apprehensive about moving for the gazillionth time. Through my life I was very unsettled moving from place to place. Now I had to move again, Which I felt very fed up with moving repeatedly. My father wanted to move closer to his family, and try to start a better life for us.
We were living in Effingham, IL, with a friend of ours. It was a yellow house, yet not like a bright yellow, more of a pale yellow. It was a 2 story house; the central floor and the basement. There four bedrooms. I preferred sleeping on the couch, still do. The living room couch was beige a large L-shaped couch in the left back corner of the room, and chalkboard above it. A tv in the right front corner of the room.
Living in the house was my mother, Tracy. …show more content…
“Look, Jake I feel that if we do this move, it will be better for all of us, and we can be a family that you have never had,”Mark countered. Whatever, Mark I said under my breath.
Around the middle of August, two weeks before my birthday we moved to Decatur, seeing that there was no way around it, I gave in. A very chaotic time of my life, staying at multiple family members houses. At a point we didn’t have anywhere else to go. I stayed at Mark’s cousin’s house while they were staying in the old car we had at the time. As I was on my macbook, mark came into the room and got my attention. “Hey Jake, I had a talk with one of my other cousins, and she said that we could rent the old house that she lived in when she was a little girl,”Mark stated excitedly.
“Oh really….ok” I said nonchalantly.
Whatever I mentally retorted. We started with nothing except for the clothes on our backs, and a few other things. Mark’s side of the family got wind of our new home, and started giving us what we need to get started. Mark was shocked by how much how much stuff we got, because of his gigantic pride. Ever since then we have been getting our footing, it’s still been a little rocky, But We will get through
We were living in Effingham, IL, with a friend of ours. It was a yellow house, yet not like a bright yellow, more of a pale yellow. It was a 2 story house; the central floor and the basement. There four bedrooms. I preferred sleeping on the couch, still do. The living room couch was beige a large L-shaped couch in the left back corner of the room, and chalkboard above it. A tv in the right front corner of the room.
Living in the house was my mother, Tracy. …show more content…
“Look, Jake I feel that if we do this move, it will be better for all of us, and we can be a family that you have never had,”Mark countered. Whatever, Mark I said under my breath.
Around the middle of August, two weeks before my birthday we moved to Decatur, seeing that there was no way around it, I gave in. A very chaotic time of my life, staying at multiple family members houses. At a point we didn’t have anywhere else to go. I stayed at Mark’s cousin’s house while they were staying in the old car we had at the time. As I was on my macbook, mark came into the room and got my attention. “Hey Jake, I had a talk with one of my other cousins, and she said that we could rent the old house that she lived in when she was a little girl,”Mark stated excitedly.
“Oh really….ok” I said nonchalantly.
Whatever I mentally retorted. We started with nothing except for the clothes on our backs, and a few other things. Mark’s side of the family got wind of our new home, and started giving us what we need to get started. Mark was shocked by how much how much stuff we got, because of his gigantic pride. Ever since then we have been getting our footing, it’s still been a little rocky, But We will get through