Essay about Permanent Vacation - Original Writing
When I was fifteen years old, my dad called a “family meeting.” What I thought was minor turned into a major change in life. What my dad told my family that night was that we could be leaving. This type of leaving was something that I wasn’t used to. He didn’t mean leaving for dinner, or leaving for vacation, He meant leaving for good. Leaving my friends and family, to live in Dallas, Texas. The move from Shreveport, Louisiana to Dallas, Texas might not seem like a big deal. But for me, it changed my life forever.
In the summer of 2014, my family and I packed our bags and sold our house. Before I could even blink, I was riding down the road in a U-Haul, carrying my entire life in the back of the truck. I’ll never forget when I first got to Texas. Not because it was so great or because “Everything is bigger in Texas.” But because we were living in a hotel, the Great Value Hotel. That was my first impression of Texas. Shortly after that we moved to an apartment complex in Roanoke, Texas. In this apartment I had the joy of sharing a room and a bed with my twelve-year-old sister. I guess you could say that my first impression of Texas wasn’t all that great. But here I was, sitting in a tiny bedroom with my sister, attempting to sleep. You would figure that my story gets a little better, but you’re wrong. My parents enrolled me in Byron Nelson High school, and that is when my world was flipped upside down.
I can remember my first day at Byron Nelson vaguely. I…