Personal Narrative: Moving To Virginia

“What?!?” I blurted out promptly after my parents delivered the news. They just informed my siblings and I that we were going to be moving. Not just to somewhere nearby, either; to a different city or a neighboring state. We were going to be moving from our house in Virginia, all the way across the country, to Washington state. That is when I realized that my whole life that I had known was going to be gone. Life as I knew it was going to inevitably end. For quite a while, I could not come to terms as to why we were going to move. I asked the same questions over and over again in my head; “Was not Dad’s job sufficient here? Why did we have to live closer to family? What about all of our friends here? How could we just leave them like that?”
We boxed the utensils, our clothes, our toys, EVERYTHING, in order to load our belongings into the moving truck. A week and a half prior to our actual moving day, our house was empty, with nothing but some blankets, pillows, and the bags we were taking on our drive. Sleeping on the ground, instead of our beds, was uncomfortable as the ground had very little cushion with it being carpeted, but still did not contour to our bodies, leaving us sore in the morning. Throughout the night we would wake up more often, not only because of discomfort, but because of the plethora of noises we could now hear without the sound dampening furniture. Conversations being held downstairs could now be heard upstairs as everything we said echoed throughout the house, and the small, creepy sounds at night were more real than ever as we could not ignore their increased volumes. We would wake up and each of our backs would be stiff and we would still be a little tired as we did not sleep as well as we could have in beds. Time flew by fast like a strong fall gust of wind, and moving day was soon to be upon
I honestly had very little humility and minimal shame for my actions. I was reprimanded often by my educators for my insistent talking in class, and suffered punishment at times of having to stay in from recess. When I moved, that all changed. I became shy because I did not know anyone, and made a tendency of being more introspective. I rarely talked, and avoided all possible action that would bring punishment or lure me into trouble. I sought after respect and praise from teachers in my work and academic accomplishments, which I focused more on since I no longer desired massive interaction with my peers. Overall, my life was flipped around and put me on a path facing a future of success and higher