Personal Narrative: Moving To West Virginia

Friendless, alienated, lonely. Nobody is very fond of moving. At least, I sure I’m not. We were living in West Virginia and I was in 7th grade. We rented a house in West Virginia one year ago. Life was going as it was planned. Great friends, school, teacher, everything I liked. The first place I felt welcomed and I just did not want to move which I had known from the beginning. My dad had a job that required him to travel around, since his job was completed in West Virginia, he was required to move. At certain times, I was just crazy enough to think that I would not be moving from here again. As time went on, this idea became a harsh reality. My dad began to look for work all around West Virginia, but he didn’t have luck. But I just kept telling myself that we would never move away. One day my dad came home and told us that they were planning to move to Texas. I had never known anyone or anything about Texas before and assumed that it was a bad place to live. I just couldn’t accept it. Once we had bought the land and our house started to be built, it was definite that we were going to move. …show more content…
I had always moved around in my life, but this was somehow different. The hardest part about moving was going to be leaving my best friend, Cameron. She was the one who guided me through school since I was terrible in English. Wherever Cameron went, I went; wherever I went, Cameron went. We were like two peas in a pod and it was going to be hard to leave her behind. I didn’t know how to be in front of her and tell her that I was moving, but when she found out, she was as disappointed as I was. The longer I thought of not moving, the faster it came by. When the day came, we loaded our final things onto the U-Haul and I quickly said a final good-bye to Cameron. After that, we left our old lives behind to start new ones in