Falling Together

​Moving has always been a big part of my life, and I grew accustomed to it at a young age, but my story appears a little different than most. No, my parents did not reside in the military, and no, we did not move around from state to state. Instead, I moved around several times just in one state, and often even in the same town. I learned to adapt to each new surrounding quickly.

​From Texas to New Mexico and back my parents moved my grandpa, my brother, and I to Arizona at the age of six, I don’t quite remember much before that though. According to my parents, this move presented itself as a successful opportunity to achieve a better life, not that our life lacked to begin with, but I suppose they knew what they were doing. Aside from that, however, my brother and I had only a few years under our belts so the transition did not affect us at all. 

I remember living with my uncle and his obnoxiously rude family in Tucson when we first moved to Arizona because our house in Marana, a compact town on the outskirts of Tucson, was in the building process, so our options met limits. Fortunately with the house finally completed we left the negativity and moved to Marana. I loved that house dearly because the first best friend that I ever had lived right next door. I spent my seventh birthday there where my dad taught me how to ride my pretty pink bike without training wheels that very day.

​After living in Marana for about a year we moved to Chandler, a bigger town closer to Phoenix. We moved in with my grandma, my two aunts, and my two cousins. Things seemedcrowded at first, however, that house was fairly large so it felt like a comfortable crowd. That house by far remains one of my favorites to live in because my parents turned the garage into a play room for all of us to do what we pleased. Unfortunately we moved out after a little more than a year.

​Our next house inhabited a little town called Maricopa. At the time the new town hadvery limited resources, but the houses were beyond stunning. In that town I moved three times, and lived in a total of four houses, all within walking distances of each other. Each house holds a special memory. I celebrated my tenth birthday in the first house, met one of my closest friends while living in the second house, started middle school in the third house, and finally, my Bai came to live with us in the fourth house. After living there for less than a year my parents decided that the time to move back to Texas had come, and ever since then I have lived in the same house. Now, don’t ask me why we moved so much because I can’t answer that question, however, I can say that each move brought great memories that will forever stay in my heart.