The only place that I have ever resided in was Miami, Florida so moving meant that I had to go to new schools and meet make new friends. Surprisingly, I made friends with people within the first two weeks and they are still my close friends going on three years. Despite having made friends, there was always a void in my heart. At school, I would sit in class wishing that my father was still alive or that I was still living in Miami.
We took only the essentials and traveled to New Orleans, where family was waiting to take us in. I didn't like the idea of leaving the only home I had ever known, but I liked New Orleans all the same. During my teen years, I wrestled with the idea of returning to New York, but I found a certain comfort in NOLA and so I eventually decided to stay.
My favorite part of the move was knowing that I was going to have a new home and new goals. Although during the event there were sad moments when I would think of the friends that I left behind. Many people can relate to this type of experience because we lose friends, have new starts,new schools. During the trip to Arizona my mom
It was so hard moving because I felt like I was leaving all of my friends behind. Maybe my old friends have moved on
I developed strong friendships. I loved several things about Florida: the weather, the people, the culture and the diversity. Everything that I cherished for so long was about to vanish.
Adjusting to the home invasion was not easy, my sister and I never wanted to stay at home, we were afraid of getting kidnapped. I began to think that maybe New York is not the best place for us to live and I became excited to move to Florida. I heard that Florida was a very safe place and it was clean compared to New York. At first, I was really sad and disappointed when I found out we are moving to Florida because I would have to attend a new school, make new friends, and we had no family in Florida. Moving from New York to Florida was a huge change, Florida was almost the complete opposite of what New York was like
The winter before my 12th birthday, my parents decided that moving to Florida was a good idea, and although it 's a lovely state for tourism, Florida wasn 't the best place for a new start for us. My dad 's side of the family has lived in Pennsylvania for generations, so the move seemed to be a fresh start and an opportunity to settle down for good with nothing from the past interfering. Florida was supposedly cheaper, more child-friendly, and the perfect place for people to redeem themselves. Unfortunately, none of these tales held any truth because when we finally found an apartment, it was overpriced, dangerous, and filled with many others with the same idea as us.
When I was 14 I had to move to San Clemente, California. I had already recently moved temporarily to Texas while a house was made ready for us on the military base. “The house is ready!” my mother had said excitedly, after being on the phone for a few minutes. “It’s time to go back?”
Although not every move was easy, I soon started enjoying it and looked forward to learning something new about a different place. Therefore, when my father informed me that we were going to relocate to USA, I was on top of the moon. I looked forward to a new environment and new experiences. Despite all the different moves, I found my relocation to Maryland one of the hardest. I soon realized that the schooling was very different and people even talked differently.
We all agreed and were hoping for my dad to also agree. Then my father said with a cheerful voice “Where do you guys want to go for vacation”. Me and my sister Rahma wanted to go to Florida, but, my other sister Selsibila wanted to go to California. Since Florida is closer and most of us agreed on going to Florida my parents said, “Ok then Florida it is” and we all ran to our rooms to pack up our stuff. My father quickly went on his computer and started looking for a rental.
It all started by deciding on where we wanted to go. At first we wanted to go to the beach. Our second choice was to go to Disney World. At the end we finally made a decision on where we were going. We were finally going to Disney World I would have preferred the beach just a little bit.
Moving to a new country can be difficult sometimes. Leaving all my relatives and friends back home was the saddest thing for me. My mother told me that we were moving to a new country. At first, I thought my mother was joking about it. but little did I know that she was telling the truth.
The ocean… The sound of the waves applauding and hugging the shore. The internal sounds of the body out in the world’s biggest swimming pool. The echo of my sister’s laughter. The salty smell so strong that one can taste it dancing on ones taste buds.
It all started on a summer day, I went to nags head beach with my family. We got a big beach house with my whole family and a few friends. This was about 4 years but it feels like it was just the other day. We went at the very end of the summer. It was still nice and warm outside.
The Most Memorable Vacation A memorable vacation is one that you can never forget. I never thought I would build houses for poor people. It was one of my most memorable experiences in my life. What made it even more memorable was the fact it was my first time to go to a foreign country to help other people build houses.
