Personal Narrative-It's Been Too Long

It’s Been too Long

My family and I were greeted at the door and invited inside. We all sat down together around their large wooden table in the dining room. I looked at the two seemingly strangers who I had heard so much about throughout my life. I was meeting my grandparents, who lived in Boston, for the first time. I heard that I had grandparents in Boston throughout my whole life, but whenever someone suggested we visit we were always busy with something or it just wasn’t the right time. Now we finally managed to take the long trip out there, so my siblings and I could meet them. Once I spotted my grandpa, he had instantly reminded me of my dad; tall, tranquil, and tough. I also quickly picked up on his powerful Boston accent. I hadn’t imagined him with one, but I noticed it when he would say things like, “We shoulda went to the ha-bah.” or, “Well that’s Bawston foi-ya.” I was very eager to get to know my grandparents for the first time.
We conversed about what we had been up to for the past years. Their house was small and plain, only a few rooms with not much to fill them with. The room smelled like eggs and orange juice, I could tell they …show more content…
The next morning we had to pack up and go home. The entire drive, from Boston back to Jenison, lasted nearly sixteen hours. Meeting my grandparents for the first time was a very interesting thing for me. Seeing how my grandpa is so much like my father and I made me feel like I was missing out on this experience when I was growing up. Most of our relatives live far away from us, so we have to take a long trip whenever we want to see someone in person. I wondered for a while why we had never gone out to see them before or why we never met up anywhere. My parents told me that they visited them before I was born, just with my older sister who was two at the time, but had not seen them since. This experience was very important for me and I am glad that I finally met my