Foreclosure-Personal Narrative

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December 13th, 2015 was the day I moved from the house that had built me. I grew up in Havertown, Pennsylvania, a suburb located just outside of Philadelphia. The corner property of Brentwood road was where I had spent the past 18 years. We had a treehouse with a sandbox that I loved to play with as a child. Some of my fondest memories were spent riding around in motorized Jeeps on the lawn with my brother until the batteries had died. The neighbors children were all around the same age as my brother, Jack, and I so there was never a dull moment. We used to play manhunt or go ding-dong ditching around the neighborhood until we heard our parents calling our names because it had either gotten too dark or too late. It was a brick house with an addition and a back…show more content…
We looked out the window to see an old station wagon with wood paneling along the sides parked in our driveway. Jack answered the door. Not worried about it, I didn’t ask any questions and continued on with my life. But a few days later, Jack told me the life changing news. The man at the door had given Jack an envelope, he had opened it out of curiosity. The contents consisted of the report that my family was going to be forced to leave. Our house was up for foreclosure. I began to cry but I wasn’t surprised. Although I expected it I couldn’t help but get emotional. I knew this day would come. I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and feel as if it was my fault. I mostly feared being judged so I kept the awful news to…show more content…
The move took a lot out of me and I was depressed. I immediately regretted not going house hunting with the rest of my family. I could have expressed my opinion before it was too late. I couldn’t even show my emotions or explain how I felt to them because they loved our new home. I decided to suck it up. I was leaving in nine months for college

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