Personal Narrative: My Return To Greece
Three years ago when I had gone to Greece for holidays with my mum and my brother, I regretted ever leaving Greece. At first I was pumped, I would be seeing my best friend, Irene and my other close friends, Iro and Dimos. What I found was not what I had expected, everyone had drifted apart, they hardly talked to each other anymore.
My mum saw that I was upset and told me that I was always the one keeping us together, that Irene and Iro never got together but played with each other because they were my friends and that Dimos was never really close to Irene and Iro but hanged out with us because he was my friend. When I went to the park where we used to play all the time, no one was there. It was empty, it surprised me, we used to go out every day and play there, it was so easy. The park was right outside all of our houses. The furthest one being Dimos’s being around twenty-five meters away, Irene’s and mine only being around three meters away and Iro’s somewhere in the middle.
The next day I went back to the park again, I wanted to hang out with everyone but hardly anyone came outside, I went to all of their houses one by one. I was told by her grandma that Irene was out with a friend, so I went to Dimos’s but he wasn’t there either. I was only able to find Iro and we went to the swings …show more content…
That was the moment I truly saw what distance can do to people. I kept thinking about how things would have been different if I had not moved to Australia, if I had never left Greece. I thought that things would have stayed the same, that things wouldn’t have changed between us. I asked my mum that maybe we can stay there instead of coming back. I hoped that if we stayed in Greece, that maybe things would go back to the way they were. My mum told me that people change no matter what, it wouldn’t be any different whether we were there or not, that things just fell apart quicker since I was not there to keep everyone
My mum saw that I was upset and told me that I was always the one keeping us together, that Irene and Iro never got together but played with each other because they were my friends and that Dimos was never really close to Irene and Iro but hanged out with us because he was my friend. When I went to the park where we used to play all the time, no one was there. It was empty, it surprised me, we used to go out every day and play there, it was so easy. The park was right outside all of our houses. The furthest one being Dimos’s being around twenty-five meters away, Irene’s and mine only being around three meters away and Iro’s somewhere in the middle.
The next day I went back to the park again, I wanted to hang out with everyone but hardly anyone came outside, I went to all of their houses one by one. I was told by her grandma that Irene was out with a friend, so I went to Dimos’s but he wasn’t there either. I was only able to find Iro and we went to the swings …show more content…
That was the moment I truly saw what distance can do to people. I kept thinking about how things would have been different if I had not moved to Australia, if I had never left Greece. I thought that things would have stayed the same, that things wouldn’t have changed between us. I asked my mum that maybe we can stay there instead of coming back. I hoped that if we stayed in Greece, that maybe things would go back to the way they were. My mum told me that people change no matter what, it wouldn’t be any different whether we were there or not, that things just fell apart quicker since I was not there to keep everyone