Moving to Strongsville
It was a sunny day in the middle of July, the birds were chirping and the scent of fresh cut grass filled the air, as we drove up into our new house on Cortland Way. I can still remember walking all around the neighborhood with my brother Paul and having numerous conversations with all of our neighbor’s everyday. We had nothing else to do when we were young and adventurous but go play outside. We lived in one of those neighborhoods where our neighbors were all old and there weren’t many kids who lived there to play with. Still every knew each other and it was a quiet safe place to live. We didn’t mind though cause we would go to the Burker’s and Fernate’s house everyday and knock on their back door and wait for them to come out and talk to us. Later when we would leave they would always have fresh cookies for us to eat. I was the happiest person on earth while I was living there and never had a complaint. I loved North Olmstead because it is all I’ve ever known, I planned on living there forever until June 1999 when Paul and I found out we were moving to Strongsville.
I didn’t really understand why we were moving all of our stuff to the new house until we stayed there over night and I knew that we were never going back. Moving there was a very big change because my Grandma Irene was also moving in with us. I went from seeing her about three times a year, because she lived so far away, to having her live with us and seeing her everyday. Also I came from a neighborhood where everyone knew each other to a street with a bunch of snobby rich people who we didn’t know. Also they weren’t welcoming when we moved in. They mainly just kept to themselves for a while. I felt as lonely as the last person on earth and as sad as if I just left my whole life behind me. Then eventually that summer I meet many new friends who lived on our street who I am still friends with today. But for many years after we moved on very few nights I would think about the school, my friends, and my old house that I left behind and I would lay there in my bed and cry. I am now happy with where I live and I learned that drastic changes take a long time to get adjusted to but eventually everything will work out. Also you should not judge people without getting to know them.
It was a sunny day in the middle of July, the birds were chirping and the scent of fresh cut grass filled the air, as we drove up into our new house on Cortland Way. I can still remember walking all around the neighborhood with my brother Paul and having numerous conversations with all of our neighbor’s everyday. We had nothing else to do when we were young and adventurous but go play outside. We lived in one of those neighborhoods where our neighbors were all old and there weren’t many kids who lived there to play with. Still every knew each other and it was a quiet safe place to live. We didn’t mind though cause we would go to the Burker’s and Fernate’s house everyday and knock on their back door and wait for them to come out and talk to us. Later when we would leave they would always have fresh cookies for us to eat. I was the happiest person on earth while I was living there and never had a complaint. I loved North Olmstead because it is all I’ve ever known, I planned on living there forever until June 1999 when Paul and I found out we were moving to Strongsville.
I didn’t really understand why we were moving all of our stuff to the new house until we stayed there over night and I knew that we were never going back. Moving there was a very big change because my Grandma Irene was also moving in with us. I went from seeing her about three times a year, because she lived so far away, to having her live with us and seeing her everyday. Also I came from a neighborhood where everyone knew each other to a street with a bunch of snobby rich people who we didn’t know. Also they weren’t welcoming when we moved in. They mainly just kept to themselves for a while. I felt as lonely as the last person on earth and as sad as if I just left my whole life behind me. Then eventually that summer I meet many new friends who lived on our street who I am still friends with today. But for many years after we moved on very few nights I would think about the school, my friends, and my old house that I left behind and I would lay there in my bed and cry. I am now happy with where I live and I learned that drastic changes take a long time to get adjusted to but eventually everything will work out. Also you should not judge people without getting to know them.
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