Personal Narrative: My Place In Nebraska

Everybody has that special place that holds so much meaning to them that just about nobody would ever understand. My place is one specific house in Nebraska. This place isn’t only special to me, but it defines who I am. Before I realized I loved this place and did not take life so seriously, I needed to persevere through a place I hated. Then after moving away from this place I had to accept that nothing is permanent. When I was eight years old, I lived in the hot and sunny desert of New Mexico. My life seemed almost perfect with a bright future in sunny New Mexico. However, I found out the news in September of that year that my family and I would be moving to Nebraska. I had never been to Nebraska, so I was sharply intrigued yet had no idea what was waiting for me. My first day there, there was a light chilly breeze and a dark sky. The details of the climate created my first impression of Nebraska as a dark, dreary place that nobody wanted to be near. There was no turning back. This would require me to push through, overcome this dark obstacle, and hope that one day, the sun will shine again. …show more content…
I loved Nebraska because of the football atmosphere and the fun, friends and family I had there. Unfortunately, I moved away from my family and friends that I made while living in that house. Fortunately, I was still in Nebraska with just a short drive from the new house to the aged house. However, just because I moved a little further away, that did not mean that the memories would discontinue. Every Saturday, when the Huskers played football, my dad and I would cook up chips and queso, then drive over to the old house to eat snack food and watch the Huskers play. Everyday we would go there, it would be sunny and warm. This was such a simple and pleasant time of my life. Whenever I start to get angry or upset about something, I always think of this peaceful time and realize that I don’t need to take life so