I was born in New York City New York City was a cool place to be at. I left New York City at a young age The reason I had to leave New York City is because my dad had a better job position in Houston Texas with more pay and besides he didn 't like the cold weather anyway. At first my mom didn 't want to leave her family in New York. My dad to beg her to move to Houston. When the family moved to Houston we started off living in apartment called Fox point. Also my brother and I started to attend school at Hicks elementary. Into my third-grade year at Hicks. We moved out of Fox point for two reasons. The first reason is someone stole stuff at my dad 's car. The other reason is that my mom was pregnant with my baby sister inside of her. So we
I was born in New Orleans, but raised in Brooklyn. For several reasons my parents decided to leave NOLA shorty after my birth. From then on, I was raised in New York state; more specifically Brooklyn. It wasn't until the age of sixteen that I finally returned to my home city. My parents had just divorced and for that reason, my mother no longer wished to stay in New York. We took only the essentials and traveled to New Orleans, where family was waiting to take us in. I didn't like the idea of leaving the only home I had ever known, but I liked New Orleans all the same. During my teen years, I wrestled with the idea of returning to New York, but I found a certain comfort in NOLA and so I eventually decided to stay.
Ok the first, I was born in Laredo tx spent a good few years living there then we moved to Austin. Then my dad wanted my mom and me to move to Arkansas I was still 4 or 5. My dad convinced my mom and we went, then my mom started having suspicions about my dad cheating. And it wasn 't long after that my mom caught him and we moved back to my home town Laredo but by we I mean my brother me and my mom. We had to stay at my godmothers house but we spent a good amount of time at my great grandmothers house though.
Often I hear the phrases “this state sucks or I can 't wait to move” but many don 't know exactly where they want to go. As for me when asked if I could live anywhere, Texas came across my mind instantly .
For me, the South was so different from the laid-back pace of Honolulu but, in some ways, they had a lot in common. Savannah, GA has beaches and islands scattered near it 's coastline. Hawaii and Georgia each are obsessed with their regional fruits. Both places are filled with military servicemen and their families. Needless to say, I don 't feel like I truly have a "hometown" but, instead, I can make any town my home.
I can’t really remember much from Mexico mainly because I was too young. Later I moved to Bell Gardens, California, a town right next to LA, I attended kindergarten there but then my mom decided to move back to Fresno. Already knowing English, I made friends quick and I really liked the placed I lived.
Although the transition of moving was difficult, I decided to focus on the new experiences I would gain from moving. Moving from California to Indiana caused me to change my way of living. To start, I moved from San Jose, California to Whiteland, Indiana in the middle of my third grade year at the beginning of December. I recall thinking that Indiana was dull and bland, both in the weather and environment. Previously, my friends in California told me that all Indiana had to offer was corn.
I grew up in Wellston, Ohio and lived in the countryside about fifteen minutes from town. My house was a home to me and it wasn 't the greatest, but it was special to me. My big backyard consisted of many fruit trees and a grape vine, it was where I had bonfires with my family and friends, and it was where I ran free with my brother. I had a pond, “over the hill” as my brother and I would say, where we swam and fished in the summertime and sat on the deck feeding bread to the bluegill as we had conversations about life. Behind our pond was where thousands of trees stood tall and where we roamed every inch of the hidden land.
I went through a phase where I was very closed off to everything and unwilling to try new things. Three years after this original move, I moved from Phoenix to Columbus, Ohio. Right before this move, I was beginning to come out of my shell and return to the original person I had been for the fourteen
El Paso and Ciudad Juarez lie side by side, but are separated by the Rio Grande. The border’s way of life relies on the dividing line. As a resident of Ciudad Juarez, I experience a blend of cultures on an everyday basis. However, in 2010 the unique culture of the city was darkened by the shedding violence in Ciudad Juarez. Ciudad Juarez came to be known as the deadliest city in the world.
This year during college summer break, my friends planned a trip to Dallas, TX to visit the place, where former US President “John F Kennedy was assassinated. President Kennedy was shot dead on November 22,1963 by Lee Harvey, Oswald. Dallas is a three-hour long drive from Houston, TX. All of us were excited for this trip. The trip was a success as for all of us it was a learning experience, as we visited the historical landmark of US history which has influenced us all.
When I was 14 I had to move to San Clemente, California. I had already recently moved temporarily to Texas while a house was made ready for us on the military base. “The house is ready!” my mother had said excitedly, after being on the phone for a few minutes. “It’s time to go back?” I had asked. She had said yes then left the room. I then had to move from Texas back to California with my mom, sister, brother, and pets. Once we arrived it was quite an adjustment, I gained an injury, a new academic program, and added responsibilities at home. I guess it didn’t have to be so hard, the move, but it was quite a difficult experience.
If you are feeling a little confused that’s okay, this is judgment free zone. I am twenty three years old and on the verge of graduating this December, And my interpretation of messages changes every day that I mature and grow as a person. Everyone is different and entitled to their own unique interpretation of messages. For example, I am Mexican American I was born in Las, Cruces New Mexico but my family is from Mexico. And everyday I find new meanings in the messages I receive from parents. Because I think in both Spanish and English so my translations are a bit different. From the words I exchange verbally with parents to the way I view them as my Mexican parents growing up in America. I can recall countless times growing up that I was not
The community I grew up in central Texas celebrated my heritage, honored differences in culture, and fostered personal growth and self-discovery. My parents, with the strong work ethic they developed on their family’s farms in Ghana, encouraged my brother and me to work hard and find ways to use our skills to be of service to others, which wasn’t hard to do growing up in Austin with its many avenues to become involved and take care of the community, whether it was helping to direct families through the Trail of Lights at Zilker Park during the winter or raise money for educational programs for underprivileged kids in the area through working the concession stands at the University of Texas at Austin. It was this collaborative mindset that Austin