Personal Narrative: Moving To Mexico

When I first moved to Mexico I was 15 years old; I had everything in D.R, friends, family, and sport, a life I really enjoyed and was really happy with it. I had always thought I was going to spend the rest of my life in my home country, since I was born there, but I guess I was wrong. I didn’t make it a big deal because I knew I was still going to be with my family, and family is everything. It was my first time going to Mexico and have a completely different lifestyle so I was pretty nervous. As soon as I arrived Mexico, I was completely shocked; All I saw were buildings everywhere; I was used to seeing land everywhere and animals right in front of my house. I was kind of surprised at the difference between cultures and countries.

My two older siblings were already in Mexico they got there before with my mom. I was happy to be reunited with my brother and sister once again because it had been a while since I had seen them. We had a lot of family here already that we kept in contact with. When I first got here I didn’t like going out because I was scared I was going to be in a situation in which I needed to speak one important fact everyone was looking at me strange or laughing because of my accent, it’s so different the accents in Spanish especially in Latin

I visit Dominican Republic once or twice a year, usually in the summer when I get longer vacations and so my siblings and parents. When I’m there it’s tons of fun but I don’t think I see myself ever living there again. I’m so used to the things that Mexico has offered me that I think living in Mexico was very good for my life and learning. I have family in Dominican Republic, that’s why I visit a lot, and I also left behind a couple of friends whom I’m still great friends with. Moving to Mexico was very hard for me, but now that I’d live there for so long, I don’t know if I’ll be able to live somewhere