Personal Narrative: Moving To California

Do you ever stop and think about what the other person is feeling after an argument or when you tell them something life changing? My parents definitely didn't know what was going on in my mind. I was shocked when I heard my parents say that we were moving from Michigan; my home town, the state I was raised in and have great memories from to California, a strange and unknown place populated with strange people. I felt as if my little world had turned upside down and I would be the one to deal with it. The people responsible for this move would be my parents and my older brother. My brother, Ben wanted to finish his college in California because his preferred major was taught there. My parents had filled out the required paperwork for me

Most of our belongings had been shipped out to our aunt's house who also resided in California. We would be staying with her until we had settle down. The moving truck arrived shortly and our furniture was loaded into it. We had finished up packing, and every last thing we needed was either on the moving van or in the suitcases; and now it was time to leave.Our Aunt dropped us off to the airport and there was no going back. I started thinking of all the things that would change, such as a new school, new neighborhood and new friends. My parents, my sister and I were inside the airport now heading over to the security check. My brother wasn't with us because he couldn't wait to get to California and start his new university, his love for California started when we went for a trip to Los Angeles. After we went through the security check we sat by our gate and waited. “Check it out, so many planes are landing” my sister exclaimed. She was really excited. I got up and started observing the planes land and take off, and I had fun watching them. The nervousness and weird thoughts seemed to disappear and kind of enjoyed watching the

I was expecting it would take them some more time but I was mistaken. When I heard that I was starting school the next day, the butterflies in my stomach returned and I was afraid. I felt as if running away would be the only option because making new friends was a task I was never good at.
I was very uncomfortable by being surrounded by all these people I didn't know. At lunch I sat next to Marco who i had met in a one of my classes. He told me more about how the school functions and such. Lunches here were different you could go anywhere you wanted and for the first day I hung out with Marco and then as the days progressed I didn't know who to hang out with. I spent most of my time in the library and did my