Personal Narrative Essay: Why Am I Moving To America?

The Lost Boys of Sudan is a very interesting film. I thought it was very well documented and did an excellent job at portraying the life of a group of boys moving to America from Sudan. It effectively portrayed the growth of the boys as the spent more time in the foreign land.

The first eight years of my life, I spent in India where I was born. Growing up I was constantly reminded by my parents that I needed to make them proud by getting a good job and living a good lifestyle. They told me this because they did not want to see me live a hard life like they did. When I was nine years old, I moved from India to the United States of America. The reason why I moved to America was not because I was living a bad life in India, it was so that I could have a better education and more opportunities in life. When I came to America, I had to go through much struggle. First and the most important was that I did not know how to speak English. Apart from this I was very shy, so I didn’t communicate with people frequently.

When I ask my friends about my most prominent feature, they always mention my “Britishness”. With my Union Jack Converses and other flag covered items, I understand why. Of course, why wouldn't they comment on that? I am proud of my birthplace, and couldn't think of a better place to call home. Yet being a foreigner, I have faced a few challenges in coming to terms with who I am. Some obstacles are more comical than others, yet they all played a part in me understanding that nationality can’t be wiped away.

In 2013 my parents told me we were moving to United States at first I didn't want to come, I had my life already done there I have many friends all my family living near I could go and visit them when I wanted, then I start realizing that it would be a good idea to get to know a different country and other people. When I got here my thoughts were that it was going to be so difficult to get used to a new place, but actually it wasn’t. I went to many parts of the country my favorite was Las Vegas everything was beautiful there. I got to visit my family and go to other states that is one of the things I will never regret for coming to a new country. One of the things that was most difficult for me was to get used to the food it tastes different specially tortillas, cheese, corn, beans and ham but also here the food tastes really good, food that I had never tasted where I live before. I fit into the Hispanic community, through participating in traditions, playing music, cooking food.

I can remember it like it was yesterday. My parents left me when I was fifteen years old to go to America. I thought to myself for one year, they left me here to starve, live, and die alone in eastern Europe. When I was sixteen years old I got ready to move to America and start a new life. I thought to myself I wonder if my parents are dead or alive. They really didn't mean anything to me anymore anyways.

America is one of the richest and safest place in the whole wide world. I was born in Egypt and came to California when I was 10 years old, I love it here. The reason I came to America was because of safety, but now that a lot of people have weapons it 's not as safe anymore. We should make a law about limiting people’s weapons and only people who actually need it shall have it.

“Go back to your country.” Those five injurious words were tormenting enough to make me wonder if I was different, if being “foreign” felt different. The answer was yes. Hearing those words made me feel like an outcast. While growing up in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, I was surrounded by lovely parents, siblings and friends who looked out for me. It wasn’t until the day I heard someone say those words that I realized that everything really had changed.

What happens is not the first matter of concern. How you react to the event is the key to future success. Events and the environment are not ours to control. Reactions can be, however, easily changed by our efforts. I learned this from one failure I experienced which I would never want to repeat again. The last year of my stay in the United States, I became depressed. I did not have friends that I could laugh heartily with. I did not do well in my classes. Although I pushed myself to do so, I did not want to go to school. I wanted to stay at home and be alone. Everyone else’s life looked bright and perfect. I blamed the environment for this situation. Living in a foreign country is what this is all about, I thought. I wanted to

Coming to America is the greatest change in my life. Being an American meaning one will be granted with limitless opportunities: financial aid, college grants, employments. Although I am not an official U.S citizen yet, I have been able to enjoy the privilege of being one. I was once reserved and afraid of fighting for what I believe for, but now I’m able to express my thoughts, exercise my freedom of speech and stand on the my ground. I am given chances to interact with different types of people, not just pertaining to school, but also to other aspect. Due to its welcoming nature and diversity, America has become the center of connections and trading; which increases working opportunities. Not only so, our government is established to support

I moved to America when I was nine years old. Even though I did not know any alphabet, I gradually got used to the new environment. Soon, I got pleased about being able to live in America. I especially liked the atmosphere there. For example, when I went to a store, I noticed that everyone was so friendly to others. I was impressed with their helpful and kindness behavior, caring about someone who they do not know. I found this surprising because in Japan, many people seem to get going with their life, not caring about what is going on around them.

just ran out of gas so we left the car behind and walked. We found 3 old, rusty trailers(This is sensory detail and coordinating adjective) and a shaded porch! We might’ve just found the strand of hope we needed! I used a burning hot rock to break through the old, dusty window to get in and hopefully find some food and water and shelter for all of us, which was hard to find out in the rocky valley. We found stale oatmeal, beer, cans of beans, and beef jerky so old that it had turned white instead of the natural color red. Donna was bouncing around since we found the cabins.

By the time I was eight I had moved six times. Moving around was something that I had grown accustomed to. I didn’t like it, in fact I hated moving, but my parents always had a reason to move. Most of the time we moved because of my parent’s jobs. Normally when my parents told me that we were moving again I’d be a little upset. Moving meant I had to say goodbye to all of my friends. I would have to go to a new school and make new friends. However when my parents told me that we were moving to Canada I was shocked. Not only was I going to move away from my home, but I was also going to a new country. I didn’t know how to react to the news. The move to Canada had a new adventure feel. Part of me was curious and excited, but part of me was scared and anxious.

When was the last time you took a vacation and explored the beauty of our world? I was only fifteen years old when I visited Cozumel, Mexico and Jamaica. My father took the whole family on a cruise. I had never been on a crew ship prior to our trip, so I still remember the entire trip like it just happened yesterday. Both places we visited were beautiful, full of lively colors, and very friendly people.

if i were to pack up and move to a country with a centrally planned country i wouldnt be happy at all. i would go to school with teachers who didnt care because they have other things on their mind. in the winter we would all be freezing at times because the heating goes out. there arent enough books for all the kids so i might not be able to read what the teacher wants us to. my parents would be grumpy anmd mad when i got home from schgool becasue they hate their jobs but cant do anything aboiut it because of the way the economy is.

Moving to a new country can be difficult sometimes. Leaving all my relatives and friends back home was the saddest thing for me. My mother told me that we were moving to a new country. At first, I thought my mother was joking about it. but little did I know that she was telling the truth. It was hard for me to tell my friends that I was leaving and going to another country.We started packing all our belongings ready to go the airport. Before going to the airport, I went to my friends and said goodbye to all of them. I told them that I was moving to the U.S. They felt sad about the news I told them. but then they told me to have a safe journey and remember one thing when you go to the states don't ever forget us that's what they told me. I told them that I will never forget them because they were the friends who i grew up with. So I left feeling sad. Tears came down my cheeks I wiped them off and pretended to be normal.