Moving On

Moving could be natural to many people, moving schools, houses, cities, maybe even states, but for me moving was very scary. We first moved houses when I was three years old, I don’t really remember what was going through my mind back then when we first moved, but moving for the second time was very scary for me. I basically grew up in our second house, we moved there when I was three years old and moved out of that house when I was seven. I remember when my parents told me we were moving to an apartment because we needed more space I felt like crying, I really liked our house. I had a lot of stuff there, my parents put a playground in our backyard, we had pets, I had my own room for once, and I felt like if we moved we were going to lose everything we had. I was scared of change, I wanted to keep everything the way it was, but I couldn’t do anything about it, we were actually moving.

Packing all of our stuff in huge boxes was actually fun, finding old toys that I forgot I had was amusing for me, for a moment the idea of moving seemed like a good idea, maybe change was good. Getting to our new apartment nothing felt the same, my parents were happy but I just really missed the old house. I didn’t have a playground anymore, we had to give away our pets since the apartment owners didn’t allow pets in the building. It was a whole lot of change in a very short amount of time, it didn’t really feel like home, but as years passed I actually loved living in the apartment, having more space, having a bigger room, I guess after a while everything came back to normal.

Now that I’m 17 and I moved again to a different house, moving when I was seven really helped me understand that change is good. Now I understand that nothing is ever going to stay the same, there will always be change even if you don’t want it to happen. I still miss our apartment, being that we lived there for nine years, but now that we own our own house we know that change is a good thing.