Personal Narrative: My Journey From Moving To Missouri

St. Louis, Missouri, home of the gateway to the west, is my home. It’s where I was born, where I grew up, and where my family currently lives. The move from Missouri to California wasn’t a straight shot; there were multiple moves before we ended up where we are now. Moves from Missouri to Texas, Texas to Missouri, Missouri to Texas again, then Texas to California. Each move has its own story along with experiences as most changes do. The first move was from Missouri to Texas. It was March 2010 in Missouri when my mom called my sister and I to the living room. We of course ran, as the active children we were, to get there first as though every shout of our name was the signal to begin our imaginative race. We sat on the dark brown couches …show more content…
Texas was a new, fun experience, but left us homesick from our life in Missouri. Due to this, we left promptly after school ended and moved back to Missouri. We moved back into the same city and the same lifestyle we lived before. Back to humid, warm summers, and freezing, snowy winters. Life back in Missouri became as slow and repetitive as it was before, we began to tire of the life we were living so talk of trying again in Texas came up. We didn’t enjoy Houston as much as we hoped which led us to decide on a new city in Texas, Dallas. The school year in Missouri was already in session, so the move to Texas was again going to include the transferring of my work to a new school. We decided on a city in Dallas named Addison and that’s where I spent my first year in middle school. The apartment was small, but the right size for our family. My mom quickly got a job and life began. I went to school late into the school year and one week after my sister. We went to sixth and eighth grade at the same school. The same problem occured at this school like the last; I didn't talk enough. I had acquaintances or people I talked to on occasion for group or partner work but that’s as far as it went. My sister, on the other hand, flourished with friends, many people that knew her name and invited her places so the next move I wanted that, I wanted friends, I wanted to be invited places, …show more content…
My summer vacation turned into an assignment with the deadline being the 25th of June, when we had to leave. I spent most of my summer trying to enjoy as much time as I could with friends and experience all that I couldn’t get to over the years. Moving should have gone smoothly with our experience in doing it every year, but of course that wasn’t the case. We ended up rushing to pack the entire house the night before and day of. The lack of sleep caused us to move sluggishly from room to room putting whatever we could into it’s designated box. This went on for hours into the morning until we realized that procrastinating to pack an entire house was a terrible decision; it seemed like every time we packed something and thought we were making progress, there was always another closet, another cabinet, another room, and we only had two rooms, so to make it seem like there was more was torture. Three days after we were supposed to be in California, we were still in Texas. We had left earlier in the day, but as were were on the highway we noticed smoke coming from the moving truck which put us into a panic trying to get off and away from the smoking truck. We parked at a gas station and extinguished the flames where we found out were coming from the dolly that the car sat on. Soon after, a call was made