Moving struggles
Have you ever had to move? It can be the best thing, new opportunities, new people, new places to see. It is also really tough, finding housing you can afford, making new friends that are actually nice, and figuring out new schedules.
I was born and lived in Montana for a few years before I moved to Idaho, and I was super excited about moving, but I was leaving everything I knew. It was a struggle to get used to all the people. I came from a very small town and there was only one other person in my grade. (yes, tiny school) I had to get used to so many more people than I was normally around. I’m not a big people person, but it was a blessing that I moved. Now I can get along with many more people than I would have in Montana.
Trying to move belongings is another struggle. Someone mentioned during our class discussion that many families are unable to bring many things with them, most can only bring the clothes on their back. In a way, I can relate to my move. Now, obviously, being born and living in the states, I was able to take some more stuff than other families do, but I did leave a good majority of my things behind. I can also relate to the issue of family stress when moving.
My mom moved down to Idaho first, so for a year I didn’t have a mother. My dad did his best, but it wasn’t the same. I moved down with my mom, so then I was able to have a mother but no father. He never came down with us, but he still tried to be part of my life, but it wasn’t the same as it would have been if we didn’t move.
Since my mom was working, I did chores and had to make sure I got myself up in the morning and get out to the bus. I’m honestly surprised that I didn’t get into trouble. I could have just skipped school, but I didn’t. My mom and I got used to our schedule. We would eat dinner together and do chores and fun stuff like art or badminton, to name some. It would have been better if my dad had come. Every child needs a father figure, but we made the best of it. He came to as many of my sports and other extracurricular activities as he was able to. I think it was a blessing in a way. I’m more empathetic to others that are also in these kinds of situations. It is very hard to switch up routines when moving, even when everyone is able to move together. Even a few just a few houses down the road, moves are hard.
After a while, my mom got remarried, so we moved again, luckily this house was closer. Here we go again, a new house to get used to, new routes and routines, only this time there was someone else besides mom and me. That was probably the hardest part. Now there was some random guy that I had to get used to. It was weird after so long of just my mom, and now we have to accommodate someone else. This obviously put a strain on my relationship with my mom. We didn’t get to do stuff together anymore, there was no more fun art or badminton, not even able to do the chores we liked to do together, not even simple conversations. It was hard, still is, but we are trying to make it work. I don’t resent my mom, but I do think that this made me really dislike her husband, which I don’t like. I want to be able to be nice to everyone, to be like Christ, and I’m doing my best. I think it helps that I’m now moved out and don’t have to be there anymore. I know it’s going to be a blessing later. I don’t know how, but it will be a blessing.
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