Sample Personal Narrative

Walking through the empty house echoes of laughter, crying, talking and shouting rang in my head. Now there was just silence, and a stillness that seemed sad. The rooms looked bigger to me, as I walked through looking for any last toy or forgotten item that needed to be moved as well. It was just a short time ago when there was life and movement in here.My husband got a job far away from us almost a year ago. He would drive the 122 miles every other day, and stay with a friend when he wasn’t driving. It was too hard, the drive was dangerous and we really missed him, so we decided to move.I used a lot of crinkly paper and bouncy bubble wrap to protect all of our things. The stiff boxes soon piled up, filling the garage to the brim. The house smelled like a musty recycling center at times, but slowly we got ready for the big move. The big day finally came. We rented the biggest truck we could and the boys, sweating and grunting like rhinos, filled the back of the truck. Soon it was stuffed with couches and boxes, toys and garden things, everything we owned in the truck. And then it was time to go. When we finally arrived at the new house, we were all a little bleary eyed, but happy. The new house was pretty small, had a weird aroma, and a dilapidated fence, but we could get used to or fix all of that. Now we could eat all of our dinners together, no more late night driving or being apart. Our family is not where all of our things are; rather it is where we are together. Being together is the most important thing in the world!