Moving To A New School-Personal Narrative

When I got home I ran to my bike and raced down the long driveway, as if my time would run out before I could reach her front door. It was thanksgiving, and so she wasn’t home. I knocked on the door and found that she was at her neighbor’s house, so I raced over there and found her. Crying we went back to her house and sat on the concrete of her garage as I told her the news. We cried and just sat there talking till we calmed down, then headed back to the party at her neighbor’s house. This was the first time I’d ever moved schools, where I’d be leaving everything I had known and grown up with for the past eight years. After that first move I moved twice more in two years and switched high schools three times. Every move was hard. Just as I was making best friends it would seem that I was to transfer to a new school. Every time I got settled in just enough I left. I got discouraged, I felt broken, and I had no motivation to really try anymore. What would be the point? I’d just be moving again in another year. October of my sophomore year I landed in my third and what thankfully seems to be my finally high school: Independence. I disliked everything. More so I didn’t dislike the school or people itself, …show more content…
Had I not moved I would not have been forced to come out of my shell and become less shy. I would never have felt such raw and strong emotions as I have in the past five years. I would never have met the greatest people and the closest people to me. I might not even have become as huge of a hopeless romantic as I have. So in this way I feel that these moves have changed me and allowed me to grow, and I can honestly say that I wouldn’t change a single thing that has happened in my life for