Personal Narrative: Moving To New Mexico

When I was six years old I moved from Colorado to New Mexico. At the end of my junior year of high school, I found out that I was moving back to Colorado. I was full of emotions, I couldn’t decide if I was more mad or sad making me hate the world. I thought of every possibility of how to stay in New Mexico to finish high school. At the time, I was talking to a girl that I really liked and I had a lot of very close friends. I wasn’t the type of kid to go out and do things with people. During the second half of my junior year I made some friends that I started to do things with. I had finally made all my friends but it was all being taken away from me. One of my brothers still lived in New Mexico, so I thought of the plan to stay with him to finish my senior year. I had played football since I was in the eighth grade and began to love the sport more than anything. During my junior year, the head coach began to have problems with me. He started pulling my play time, to the point where I never actually got to play. Our issues started to escalate as the days went on and football schedule was year-round. We had practice and weights every morning at 6am during the spring. Practice was Monday through Thursday in the summer and every day during the week in the fall. There was never time away from the team or coach, causing the issue to never be resolved. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and after my junior season in the fall, I let my coach know that I was no longer playing football. This was one of the hardest decisions I have ever made. Since, football was my life. It’s all I knew considering there was countless number of hours put into football. It was a huge adjustment, to suddenly no longer having to work out early in the morning, and practicing after school. At the time, it was hard but I became content with my decision, knowning that I made the right choice. The other sport that I participated in was track and field. I threw the shot put and the discuss. I had been on the varsity track team since I was a freshman and was quite good. I loved track almost as much as I loved football. I didn’t start track till my freshman year but instantly loved it. Unlike football, I had a great relationship with my coaches. This made it even harder to tell them that I wouldn’t be here for my senior year. The months leading up to the move where rough. My dad had already moved back to Colorado to start his job. My mom and I had to take care of all the packing. It was hard seeing your childhood home get packed up piece by piece. Not only was packing up the inside of the house hard, but the landscape that we had poured countless hours into. New Mexico is a dry dessert climate. Coming from Colorado it was a very rough transition. Almost all the yards in New Mexico where zero scaped or had no landscaping at all. We had turned our backyard into our won oasis. We dug our …show more content…
My mom however was still in New Mexico. We lived with my aunt for the first month and a half that we were here. We moved here in trips instead of renting a moving truck. I don’t know the exact number of trips back and forth that we took but it was quite a few. None however was as long as our last trip. My dad and I got up around 3:30 in the morning and headed out on the seven-hour drive to our house in New Mexico. We filled up every bit of space in our enclosed trailer and began our trip home. By the time we got back to our house in Colorado it was about a sixteen-hour day.
Moving back to Colorado turned out to be the best thing that happened to me at the time. I got to play football again even though it was for a short time. The third week of the season I tore my MCL and was out for five weeks. But the real best part came in the second semester of my senior year, during the track season. I meet the most influential and best woman in the