Personal Narrative: Moving From Home

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Ever since I moved from home, I have felt this emptiness. I miss the sweet smell of our house, the warmness, and the safeness. It was devastating to leave home, and be alone forever.
It was my first year of college and I decided to move. My parents thought that it was a great idea, since then I would learn how to stand on my own feet. At first, I thought it would be amazing to live alone, and do whatever I want to do. However, I was wrong. It was definitely fun at first, but after a period, it was just boring. My little brother and sister also believe that it is fantastic to live alone; nevertheless, they will also find out that it is not. I use to live with my parents, and my two siblings. My little brother, Josh, and he was 16. My little

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