Personal Narrative: My Journey To Residency

Journey to Residency

The coming of age for most people comes with change and many responsibilities, but I believe everyone has their own path. For me, the changes and responsibilities I faced I believe are not the most traditional. Immigrants in the United States must gain legality to work, go to college, or receive any type of benefit. It's also not an easy process, not anyone can acquire this and I can definitely say this from my own experience.

In 2015 it was my turn. I was only sixteen at the time and I was supposed to fly to the U.S. consulate in Mexico for an interview that would determine whether or not I would be granted permanent residency in the United States. Leaving this country for the first time in 11 years meant there was

I realized how fast people and the society in general back home live. Sometimes we are so caught up in our things we don't take a moment to breathe. In Corerepe the lifestyle seemed so slow and easygoing. For many nights I laid in my grandpa's hammock and gazed at the star lit sky. I've never seen so many stars in one sky. My favorite thing to do was run outside to the smell of sweetness enveloping me as I reached for the sticky mango tree, to reward myself with a rich, red and green mango. My grandmother had mangos, oranges, tangerines, grapefruit, and limes blossoming from her trees. Due to how close we were to the ocean; the hot and humid climate was almost unbearable. On some days I would be drenched in sweat sitting in the patio. Every day was a new adventure. My sister and I would explore the town and visit many local restaurants that served authentic Mexican food. My favorite local business to visit was the bakery. It was located right at the corner of the plaza. It was very small in area and it had pink paint peeling off the wall, with no room to dine in but the view and the smell of the pan dulce sitting in the cases compensated for that. It was so hard to pick which pieces I wanted. I would walk out with a full