Reflective Essay: The City-Personal Narrative

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THE CITY The city can be storm... Some people love it being chaotic and mysterious but some don’t and that’s fine you don’t have to like everything you know. This is my story of the city and why I despise the city with a passion. Hi I’m Jess and this is my city experience. My family and I live on a rural isolated farm in Queensland, we have lived there since I was born. It always it’s like living with a bunch of feces getting shoved up your noise and not being able to do anything about it from the cows but if you spend 18 years you get news to it. My brother and I had never been to the city before and we have always requested to go, but the only income we have was selling things from the farm. We also have an orchard full of amazing luscious orange and apple trees. We were homeschooled to save money it helped a little but not really enough. My father Tim tries to sell things by going online but we still don’t really get ahead of the …show more content…

When it was my lunch break I placed myself in the flower shop to find some peace to this madness of this new environment. The smell that the flowers gave off where so fresh, I felt at home. Wait, not the cow poo I mean the freshness of the bush no grey polluted skies lands everything tidy and in the right spot. Roses with giant spikes on them, the colours of red and yellow and orange and pink i finally felt peace. I asked the boss if he had any job vacancies. He replied with I wouldn’t bother working here no one buys anything. I decided to buy an assortment of flowers for my desk,and to cheer up old sook standing behind the counter. I walked back to the centre and placed the flowers on the corner of the desk, it started to smell a bit better at this time. People looked at me weirdly like they’ve never seen a vase of flowers before, but I wasn’t surprised the place looked like it hadn’t had a paint in

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