From Tiffany
I've moved several times (that I can remember), once when I was in the third grade and once in the sixth grade. When I moved in the third grade, it was from New Jersey to Pennsylvania. At first, I was glad that I was moving because I was going to meet new people, live in a new neighborhood, and start at a new school. Not until my last day of school in New Jersey did I begin to cry and feel sad because I realized how much I would miss my teachers, friends, and neighbors. When I moved from one section of Philadelphia, PA to another, I didn't feel bad about leaving my old school at all. It's not that I wasn't going to miss my friends, but I think I was just ready for a social change. I met lots of new friends my first weeks of school and I was able to mature with them. I was never was really sad about leaving my old neighborhoods. I was only sad that I was leaving my old houses. But to avoid crying, I always thought about what was to come from moving, all the good experiences I would have in my new school or house. After I made friends with people in my class or people on my block, I would ask them about the neighborhood since they'd lived there longer then I have.

From Joyce
Since my dad has been teaching in the same college ever since I was 3, I've never moved out of town. I've moved twice but only within a walkable distance. But that doesn't mean that I don't feel sad about leaving a certain place behind, that certain place where I've called home for years, where I learned to do cartwheels or learned to play ping-pong against the wall. My sis and I still remind each other these days of our old homes and occasionally I'll take a walk down there just to see how they are and what the new inhabitants are like. I think one shouldn’t try to live in the past, but if there's the chance, a trip back to your old place is a really nice thing. It helps you realize that great things have actually come up in your new place and helps you accept the whole thing.