“I left Wilson kicking and screaming,” that’s my dad’s cliche, though I’m pretty sure I was the one who was kicking and screaming. That’s because I was three when my family moved from Wilson, Wyoming, to Melody Ranch. One of my favorite quotes is “Change is difficult, not changing is fatal.” I often think of this quote when I remember the move. I was too little then to use advanced life skills, but I identified two that I could’ve used if I was older ; humor and initiative. Moving always causes adversity, even if you don’t realize it because you’re three! With four people and a dog, there wasn’t enough room in our house of two bedrooms. It was very cramped, especially with a 10 month old baby. My sister was a loud baby, and I was a light sleeper.
It’s that time again, another move, it seems as if I was just arriving in Arizona yesterday. It’s not as if it came as a surprise to me: I’ve known my entire life to not get attached to people and to expect a move every few years. It’s just tough finally finding friends and belonging one second, then starting all over the next. It wasn’t all that bad at the beginning, when I was younger, but as time went on and siblings began to leave, I started to feel alone. Living in two different countries and three different states throughout high school was tough on it’s own, but after my brother, my last sibling at home, went off to college, I felt empty and incomplete.
Up until I was seven my father had both of his jobs in Hood River, therefore we had to move back and I had to abandon everyone I knew. I attended another school with kids I didn 't know. Moving had dramatically changed my life. Initially, I was shy.
The following story was published anonymously in an Aboriginal newspaper [15]. Like many of our mob, my first label was ‘abandoned’, then ‘ward of the State’ which was the start of a journey that for many years I felt wasn’t mine to have. Years later, when I found my way home, both parents had passed on, although the stories and labels that I grew up believing were a misrepresentation of the actual truth.
My First Day In A New School My family is always moving for working reasons. We never stick to anything if we see a better opportunity we take it. After nearly living six years in Provo, Utah my dad told my brother and I we would be moving to Topeka, Kansas to open a restaurant.
The day began like any ordinary day except on this day a scene I envisioned for years was about to occur. Finding me trapped in a moment in space and time with a huge decision to make as my heart kept pounding [IT/DC]. Growing up I was fascinated with extreme flips. I longed to learn the front flip.
Turned into the forest, knowing it is the last road I will be seeing for ten days, made me shudder. We drove down the faded path of the forest, my stomach dropped. All the thoughts I had were negative. What if something goes wrong? What if someone gets hurt?
As I laid in bed, searching across one of my favorite websites, creepypasta, for a decent scary story to read; I stopped short. " The Other You" was the title of the extremely short story that I now wish I had never opened. The story instructed that if you stand in front of a mirror, grab a random piece of hair while looking at yourself, then holding a ruler or other object capable of accurate measurement, then marked the ruler; then afterward doing it again only without looking in the mirror, that the lengths would be different. It said that doing this created confusion to your doppelgänger, whom you supposedly see in the mirror, living in an alternate universe.
Bumping into people while looking down and asking multiple people for direction even though I was shy. Giving five minutes after each class to get to the other, walking into a classroom on my first day people staring and observing. Moving to a different town is not about the new house, it is about adapting to a new environment. Moving away from family and friends can be a tough thing to do. I had to adjust to leaving my friends and family that I loved and seen almost every day.
Today I was going to the Christmas parade, I am very excited. The weather was nice outside. I was wearing all white. Now i am on my way to meet my friends at the parade and they were going to take me home. The parade starts at 7:00.
Starting over Starting over might be easy when you are young, but if you are middle age and already have a stable and calm life, it is very hard to start over. My family and I moved from Egypt to The US three years ago, so we had to start from scratch. We found systems in the US are different from my country. After we found a good residence, our concern was finding employment. I was a science teacher in my country, so I tried to find a job in the educational field, but there were a lot of requirements to get a job as a teacher.
Sometimes I do feel divided. I am more comfortable with myself at home than I am at school. My family and my true friends see the real me outside of school. I do not completely change who I am at school; I am just hyper when I am at home. Even though I change my actions, I do not change my beliefs.
"Change", what defines change? Where does it occur, and for how long? "Life" you might say; an endless battle with time, aching to bring a close to the story of rapid shift between the past, present, and future. Everyone experiences this dilemma, blessing, but is it change ? Change is the path from one point to another, a transition, not the end, but rather a noticeable mark .
The first ACTSage awareness step was enough for me to know I needed to make changes and to get started doing it. It’s that way for everyone and, just as I experienced, most people find that taking even simple steps can make life better. If you are like me and others, by now, you may be clearing out some of the dysfunctional support or transactional connections wearing you down. You may have set better boundaries and no longer tolerate poor service. You may be taking time to care for yourself.
Change never felt so good Kaylyn Settle As a young kid I always dreamed of leading people younger than me or even just being able to help them. Career choices as a kid for me consisted of wanting to be a major singer, being a nurse or being a vet. once I got older and I never thought I would get the opportunity to sing in front of anyone or help anyone till I started going to church. I started getting into church my sophomore year of high school. I loved it, church was my place with an extended family where I could go and be comfortable with everything in life and I didn’t have a worry in the world.
Our lives are marked by events that make us grow and mature. We cannot grow if we are too comfortable. Only by being out of our comfort zone will we notice substantial transformations in ourselves. Many times, to advance through obstacles, one must endure excruciating pain. To get through difficult situations the only option might be to reinvent yourself, to replace what you thought was fair and right, and adjust yourself to the new reality.