Selby Smith
Good or bad essay
To a six year old, moving seemed like the worst thing ever. Even thought it was only two houses over, I still didn’t want to leave my grandparents house. Sure, I would get my own room, but I just hated change, and this was one of the biggest changes I had ever faced. As long as I remember I had lived in that house and it was all I knew. My grandparents had their room, my mom had her room and my brother Jesse and I shared a room. The rest of the house had space for us too, with a kitchen, a den, living room and two bathrooms. At that age I just didn’t understand why I had to leave. I remember asking my mom “Why can’t he just move in here, I don’t want to leave”. She just laughed and said it wouldn’t work that way and that we weren’t going far. My mother was getting re-married and that was the reason for the move. I didn’t mind the marriage, and I knew we weren’t going far, but I just didn’t want the change. But there wasn’t anything a six year old could do, so we started to pack up our stuff and were to move after the wedding. My aunt lived two houses over, and she was selling her house to us and she was buying another in Ballston spa. That was another thing I didn’t like, how was I going to have sleepover’s with my aunt if she wasn’t there? I thought this meant no more having mine and Colby’s nails painted as we lay in our aunt’s bed watching a movie. And my swing set outside my grandparent’s house, what would I do without it? No more bringing buckets of water from the pool to send down the slide. I just didn’t see how this could work. But they loaded furniture and boxes of belongings into the truck, and I got in the car behind them with my blanket and my stuffed animal on my lap, not saying a word to anyone else in the car. I sat there clutching my duck telling myself to be a big girl, just like my grandma said. When most of the stuff was settled inside, I went in to look at the house. I had been here a million times, but now it looked completely different. I walked down the hallway, looking at the new striped wall paper. As I walked into my new room I thought that it might be nice to close my door, and not have Jesse coming in. And I could look out my window, past one house and some woods I could see my old house. Our first night there we ordered a pizza, sat on the floor and watched a movie, and I started to feel a little better.
It took awhile, but I started to be okay with the move. I did have my new room, and the basement was finished unlike my grandparents, so we could play down there. My mom let me have a garden under our cherry tree, and I felt just like my grandma as I planted flowers and perfected the brick circle around it. Also a few months later we were able to get a dog and I tried to help her settle in just like I did. I missed my grandparents, but there were only a minute walk away. If I wanted to split some pepperoni with pop, or go swimming with my grandma, I could always just walk over. I had sleepover’s there all the time, and things didn’t seem so bad. At first the whole move seemed like the worst thing I could ever imagine. But I got my own room, a new house, and a whole new adventure to start on.