Essay About Moving Away

Most people move a few times by the time theyre my age, maybe once, twice or three times. I’ve moved 12 times. Moving was never a bad thing in my mind. My brother and I had a game that we would play, try not to get spotted the the movers and do a loop around the house. That all changed when we figured otu that we were moving across the country. It was scary, moving away from everyone you knwo.
The first summer was tough. We didnt know anyone in minnesota, and for the first summer, we didnt really see many other kids our age. A lot of adults came over from dads work, and I just kind of went numb to the rest of the world. I missed my friends in tennesee. I started playing more videogames, Pokemon, Legond of Zelda, Poral and Minecraft. I would draw pictures of the characters in notebooks. For once, I'd found somethign that I was actually good at.
That summer I went to my first summer camp. It was probably the happiest week i'd had that year. When iwas there, I metanother …show more content…
Sadly, that week ended, and I was back at my house, numb to the world. I made a few friends, but all of them seemed to pale to the friends I had in tennesee. Pokemon became my greatest hiding place, my pillow fort, my happy place. I started to make stories with my pokemon, and draw them on paper. The characters seemed to come to life, and I would talk to them. I oculd draw their stories whenever I wanted to, and whatever I wanted to happen could. No one could hurt me in my own, perfect, magnificent world. I decided that I wanted to be a comic artist, or a graphic novelist, or some geek who lived in their parents basement, drawing and making a living off of patreon. I started setting little goals, like learning an instrument, writing a book, and after a while I finally realised what the girl at camp had told me so long ago, because each year at camp, the people who I believed were truly happy would echo it to me. Just be