Personal Narrative: Moving To Springtown
One of the scariest things a person can do is move away from their hometown. When a person moves from what they’re familiar with they must relearn almost everything. When I was twelve I moved 3,928 miles away from my hometown of Springboro, OH to London, England. However, everyone in my family has had a significant move to an unknown place. My grandmother’s father was in the Navy, and she moved from Ohio to West Virginia during her teens. My grandfather moved from Ohio to California during his preteens. It was time for my big move, and as a result I grew into the person I am today.
I was eleven when my father told me the news that I was moving. At first I didn’t believe him, and treated the move as a joke. It was when my dad took my brother …show more content…
When we arrived in England our rooms were already set up. Mine was nice; it was bigger than my room in Springboro. It didn’t feel like home though. None of it did. For the rest of the summer I tried to adjust to my new environment, but I still desperately missed my old life.
Once school started it was a whole new ball game. There were so many kids from so many different cultures it was hard to keep track of them all. Everyone at my new school helped me feel so much better about moving. I went to an international school, so everyone who attended had been through the same thing. Everyone worked to make sure everyone felt safe and welcome. At school, England was finally starting to feel like a place I didn’t mind living in.
As time went on I became more comfortable in my new community. I joined a lot of clubs and sports teams. I got to travel across Europe and meet so many different people. By the time I was a freshman in high school I had been to at least 10 different countries, knew greetings in at least 5 languages, and saw so many things that I never would have in Springboro. I even became someone’s mentor and guided them throughout their journey at ACS. I couldn’t imagine my life in Springboro anymore. My life was here in London,
I was eleven when my father told me the news that I was moving. At first I didn’t believe him, and treated the move as a joke. It was when my dad took my brother …show more content…
When we arrived in England our rooms were already set up. Mine was nice; it was bigger than my room in Springboro. It didn’t feel like home though. None of it did. For the rest of the summer I tried to adjust to my new environment, but I still desperately missed my old life.
Once school started it was a whole new ball game. There were so many kids from so many different cultures it was hard to keep track of them all. Everyone at my new school helped me feel so much better about moving. I went to an international school, so everyone who attended had been through the same thing. Everyone worked to make sure everyone felt safe and welcome. At school, England was finally starting to feel like a place I didn’t mind living in.
As time went on I became more comfortable in my new community. I joined a lot of clubs and sports teams. I got to travel across Europe and meet so many different people. By the time I was a freshman in high school I had been to at least 10 different countries, knew greetings in at least 5 languages, and saw so many things that I never would have in Springboro. I even became someone’s mentor and guided them throughout their journey at ACS. I couldn’t imagine my life in Springboro anymore. My life was here in London,