Essay About Moving

Moving is a burden that has profoundly altered my outlook on things. Going back a few years, I moved to the United States, which meant I’d have to be placed in a new school. This transition was truly and utterly difficult for me, because it happened in the middle of the school year and I was not ready for what was about to be thrown my way. I was scared out of my mind, it felt as if the walls were crumbling down on me and I had no escape route. How was I going to survive a place that I had never stepped foot in? Who was I going to confide in when I needed to be understood? That same day, I spoke to my best friend on the phone, I told her everything. My best friend and I have been through and seen it all. Ever since the first grade, we have been like two peas in a pod. That day, she told me to take it one step at a time and not to be afraid to step out of my comfort zone and push my limits; this gave me the comfort to move on with my life.
That next week, I was immediately enrolled in middle school in the United State. My schedule consisted of the same old boring, bland things, “get to my classes, and then go home.” I never made time for company, I didn’t socialize with anyone, nor did I join any activities or clubs. After a year of consecutively doing the same routine from day after day and

Just like I was happy back in my country, I was able to find happiness here, too. The day my mom told me we were moving, made me feel as if I had nothing worth living for, but I now know that it’s not about where you live, but who is by your side. There’s a quote that reads, “Home is where the heart is.” My home is where my family and my friends are, what else can I possibly ask for? My best friend’s words helped me throughout my journey, even though I took it the wrong way at first, I was able to understand the real meaning behind it as parts of my new life here in the U.S began to unfold. I was able to become a better