One of the most influential experiences in my life so far
has been moving. I have moved five times in my life, every time out of state.
For the most part I do not remember my first three moves because I was young,
and making friends in new places was easy. My last two moves have shaped me
into who I am today, and have helped me greatly. I would not say that I have
enjoyed moving, but now that it is over with I highly value the characteristics
and attitude I have acquired from moving. Starting fresh is never easy, and I especially
learned that during my last move from Illinois to Washington. The news that I
was moving came as a huge shock to me, because we had lived in Illinois for
four years, the longest time we’ve ever been in one state. I was extremely
bitter, because I loved my friends and fully expected to graduate high school
in that house. In 8th grade I moved to Washington, and it was a huge
struggle for me. It was the last year of middle school, and groups of friends
had already been formed. I had to force myself to go outside my comfort zone
and make new friends, because no one made the effort towards me. Although the first
few months were awkward and challenging, I was able to adjust and made
meaningful friendships that lasted throughout high school. Although change is
always a scary thing, through moving I’ve learned to cope with it better than
most. One of the ways moving has helped me was during my transition to college.
Freshman year is tough on everyone, but I did not struggle as much as everyone
warned me I would. I feel like I have already made some great friendships in
college, and I largely attribute that to what I’ve learned from moving around
so often.
A part of my life that has always been confusing is church.
When I was younger, my family attended church every Sunday without fail. I
never questioned anything, and never felt out of place at church. This lasted
until my move to Washington, which was about 5 years ago. When we arrived in
Washington, we bounced around a few churches to see which one we liked, and
settled on a Presbyterian church near our home. As usual, we continued to
attend church every Sunday for about the first year after the move. My brother
and I went through confirmation and even went on a mission trip with our
church. After that, the pastor our entire family loved decided to leave the
church. We tried to stick with the church, but did not find the replacement
pastor nearly as engaging or relatable. So, we bounced around churches a few
more times, and did not seem to find any we liked. We began to skip church
every couple of Sundays, until eventually it got to the point where our family
did not go at all. Honestly I did not mind; I was tired of trying to figure out
what church we should settle on. From that point on we only attended church on Easter
and Christmas, and no one talked about church anymore. I felt very distant from
any kind of god, and never felt at place in church. My beliefs changed, and I
am never sure how to answer if I am a Christian or not, or if I even believe in
God. I have not shut out the possibility of believing in God, and that is why I
think of Whitworth as an opportunity to explore further into that area of my
life.
Moving and church have been very important in my life, and
as I’ve grown older my outlook on both has vastly changed. I do not feel any
regret towards either of these experiences, and try to draw on what I’ve
learned from them as much as possible.
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