Narrative Essay On Moving Away

As a fourteen year old boy I loved living at home with my parents, enjoying life and not having a worry in the world. However that all changed whenever I learned that my father was moving two hours away for work, and at the time I didn’t know how long he would be away. I had to adjust and learn to live alone, including being by myself during the night. This also included me having to learn to drive and take care of my school responsibilities by myself. This point when my father moved out was a pivotal moment in my life, this is when I was forced to live alone with my mother, which in turn made me the mature person that I am today. Three years after he moved away, he came back and has been living with us since.
As a fourteen year old, life was …show more content…
Just tell us your honest answer and we’ll understand.” Now that my father really had me scared my mother asked the question,”Do you think you could make it if dad moved away?” This question hit me off guard, I didn’t know how to feel, but I wasn't going to show it, I was tough. “Yeah me and you can make it mom, but why is he leaving?” I mumbled through my saddened face. My mother responded with, “Well a new job opened up in Booneville and he would be making a lot more money if he went and worked for them.” My family has never really been in financial trouble, this made me wonder why he would need to take the job, however I was not going to be the person to hold him back from this new opportunity. “I think we can handle it.” Was all I could muster for an answer to this harsh question. From this point on I realized that I was going to have to change my way of …show more content…
I had to learn to live by myself from basically five o’clock in the evening until I left for school in the morning. I also had to get my hardship license so I could drive myself to school and baseball practices in the morning. Adjusting to living by myself was the hardest part. I would often be nervous about being home alone throughout the night. I was forced to be alone because my mother worked the night shift. However, soon, preparing food and working on homework by myself became the norm. I understood that from this point on, nothing was going to change or get easier. Waking up on my own and getting ready was also somewhat difficult, having no parent home to nag at me repeatedly that I have to get up and get ready. After getting ready, my fifteen year old self would drive to school. I was the only one in my grade that was driving. This made me feel special, but it was also a burden. I was always in fear of getting lost, ending up somewhere where I did not belong, or even getting pulled over by the police. My mother was a huge help though, she was a great example for me to follow throughout this time of