Vacations had always been an ordinary occurrence for me. Most of the locations were only an hour or so away, and the visits lasted only a couple of days at most. My parents accompanied me on each of these trips, so I always felt a constant, secure presence near me. But when my mother informed my brothers and I that we were scheduled to see my grandmother, who lived over 1500 miles away in New Jersey, a flood of anxiety and excitement rushed over me. Being only twelve, I felt like I was off to a far away galaxy of some sort, not another state, as the idea of being there for an entire week lingered in my mind.
My grandmother lived Downtown where she attended Courtenay Elementary School and Charleston High, but she did not attend college due to the birth of her first child, my aunt, at age eighteen. My paternal grandfather’s side of the family came to America in 1917, through Ellis Island, from Greece. While in Charleston, my great grandfather worked two jobs, at a restaurant on Columbus Street and at the Banana Dock. He earned enough money to eventually purchase the restaurant. From there, he went on to own a liquor store, a grocery store, and several houses in the high-class area of Charleston, SC.
Have you ever dreamed about visiting somewhere and you started thinking your life there? Coming to Miami was my biggest dream in my entire life because I see how beautiful it used to be when someone came anywhere from the US and how other people treated them with respects. I guess all immigrants dream about coming to the US, although not everyone wants to come to stay, but I know for sure everyone in other country would like to visit one day. I grew up in a small city with my Mom and my Sister where life was kind of hard for us because My Mom was a single Mother that trying to raise two kids at that time. I have never had a chance to know my Dad because he came to Miami couple months after my Mom got pregnant.
My senior year of high school, I had the opportunity to take a five-day trip to New York City, New York. I had never been to New York or to any big city for that matter. I knew that I would see and experience a lot of new things in just five short days.
Over the Border Every year my family decides what to do for the holidays and where to go. Most of the time I have no say in it because my uncles insist on visiting or they invite us over. It doesn’t help that all of my family lives in Texas, California, and Mexico. This year has been the first time that we have spent Christmas and New Years here at home with just my family in a long time. Last year we took a long trip to Chihuahua, Mexico which is the biggest part/state of Mexico where my mother is from.
Adapting to a different culture can be challenging, but if it means one can pursue their own dream, then it’s worth it. Ming was born in Guangzhou, China, in 1955. Her parents decided to leave the Communist country when she was three months old. They walked most of the way to Macao and stayed there for nine years until Ming’s dad brought them to the San Francisco’s North Beach district. She was ambitious even in her early ages, earning her own income by working as a bank teller and a Macy’s salesperson.
Gram told me to be safe and have a great life. I have move to New York to be with my gang it is called the bronze Dragons. It has been 12 years since I left grim and gram. They died a year after I left and I was not allowed to got the funeral. But now I am the leader of the Bronze Dragon gang.
Thinking back, I was crushed; I expected to be able to attend the college of choice for my friends. After reality set in, as being the sixth child out of seven and wearing hand me downs, I should have realized I could not go away for school. Afterward, I did end up attending a local community college and working while in school for several years. However, I then took a five-year break before returning to college to a changed career path to become a nurse. At this time, I was in my early thirties, when I received a nursing diploma and completed an associate 's degree.
Becoming a Single Mother Becoming a single mother was one of the hardest things to do in my life. I was only nineteen years old and new to the world. I had just gotten out of a five year relationship when I met this guy on social media, a few weeks later we finally met in person. Fast-forward about four months later, I was still working as a manager at one of our local fast food restaurants and just wasn’t feeling the greatest. One of the employees suggested that I could be pregnant, I didn’t think that it was possible since I did my part and was on the Pill, and still currently taking it.
To be an outsider means that you or someone else has joined some form of group and has had no previous experience, such as, going to a new school where you don’t know anyone and have never really been there before. I have been an outsider many times in my life, but the one that sticks out the most was when I went to a forensic summer camp this past summer. Since the main summer camp I had gone to the previous year had lost funding, I decided to go to multiple camps over the summer. Since the middle school camp was full and since I was going into eighth grade, they decided to put in with the high schoolers. I was very nervous for the first few days, but I gradually got to know people when the counselors put us into groups for different activities.