It was on a Sunday the day my family and I moved into our new home. We'd built a two storey house on the corner of Cayliss Rd in Harttick. Dad said it was a 'prestigeous area', but it was far from the Hills, where I had grown up.
"OI! I didn't pay you lot to sit around on your bums, the sofas aren't moving themselves!" said Dad as he yelled at the removalists.
"You're gonna love it here, Tarryn." He had noticed my anxious face. I'd been thinking about moving the entire time. Not that I needed to think about it, I wasn't part of the decision anyway, but for some odd reason I felt that something bad was going to happen. Leaving everything behind - my old school, my old friends, and my old neighbours was only the beginning.
"It's your first day of school tomorrow, my little chick-a-dee!" Dad exclaimed in a bizarre manner.
"Thanks for reminding me. I just can't wait.""No, really. I'm sure you'll make hundreds of new friends at Bundarra High.""Whatever. I'm going up to my room to sort out my stuff.""Sure, honey. Remember we're going out altogether for dinner in an hour or so."I carried the last box of my things upstairs to my bedroom.
My new room was big. Each wall was painted in a different shade of sky blue, and the new fluffed up carpet was a sea-green. I knew it wouldn't stay fluffed up very long. In our old house, we had grey carpet in every room apart from the kitchen, bathrooms and laundry. When the carpets eventually wore out, we ordered in a new, navy blue carpet.
It was long and fluffy, but after a few weeks from feet walking all over it, and furniture pressing down on it,
Beef Lasagna
As a creative essay, this is quite good, and rather fun to read. You express many of the feelings that almost any reader has probably gone through at some time in life, of having to give up the familiar, that to which we are protectively accustomed.
The one real flaw is that you give such short shrift to what the title suggests should be the focus of the essay. Consider: your entire discussion of lasagna is, "I ordered the beef lasagna. I've never eaten a lasagna as good as that one." That meal apparently helped you turn around your outlook, your attitude, your beliefs about the new school that you faced, but how? I know that a good meal, at the proper time, can do that, can alter your entire outlook on a situation, but what is it that caused this particular meal to have that effect? What was there about that lasagna that made it such effective comfort food? I would like to hear more about that.
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