Personal Narrative: Moving To My Home

My mother was doing what she knew what was best for our family. No child wants to move away from all they know and all that matters, but this was very traumatic for me. You may read this and think: “Did she move to a different country?”. Not quite, I was literally two hours away from my hometown but that just wasn 't the point. I didn’t want to leave my friends, my school, or my family. I am from the city of Richmond, Virginia and the downtown area of the city had begun to grow more violent than usual. Before our big move there was a double homicide by the public library that I went to faithfully everyday of the week. That 's when I knew that our move was solidified and that it was time to accept the fact that I had no control over the situation at hand. The very next day my mother drove me to the library to drop off the books that I had begun to read but didn’t …show more content…
I had to make the tough choice of exploring the library near my home. When I got home from school I asked my mom to take me to the library to apply for a library card. She was really excited being that I hadn’t really uttered more than a few words to her every day, so she didn 't hesitate. Since this was my first time exploring the library I didn’t know what to expect to find there.
Similar to the “Lost and Found” story by Lynda Barry my home was never filled with books. All there was to read in my home were cooking books, and the latest criminals in our area “The Gotcha Paper”. This paper is filled with local offenders in the Richmond area stating why they were arrested including their mugshots. That wasn’t something a thirteen year old girl would want to read or even be interested in looking at. I always had to travel to the library to check them out and return them at a later date. So I knew if I couldn’t find what I was looking for here at the only library in this town I would feel