With the whir of the airplane’s engine in my ears, my seatbelt fastened, and my window shield up I saw the city blur into the runway and fall from beneath me. My home was falling away from me, slipping through my fingers ever so gently. No more warm island air flowing off the shores. No more curious spirits coming out to ask questions. No more familiarity, no more Okinawa.
I was raised in a family that wasn 't too religious with my father being from a Catholic family and my mother belonging to a Jewish family. My parents were married by both a Priest and a Rabbi which living in Brooklyn, New York wasn 't considered too uncommon. By the time my brother and I were born my parents had moved to upstate New York and chose to raise my bother I and to respect both faiths, but for the most part we were raised Jewish even though they didn 't push us in one direction or the other, they wanted it to be our choice which faith we instinctively felt that we belong to.
I spend half of my life here and spend the other half there. The plane is going down, I’m here. Here to explore my new life in a new country called the United States, and a new language to master. It has been a long plane ride from China to America, but I’m finally here, here to stay with my parents. The plane had landed.
A significant experience that has a meaning to me was when I moved to Atlanta, Georgia. Moving from Dayton, Ohio to Atlanta, Georgia had the biggest impact on my life, because I know, from what others experience, when moving to a whole other state, you have to step out of your comfort zone. You have to leave your family behind and you also have to leave your old friends behind and try to make new friends. Moving to another state, it’s like starting a new life. No one knows you or your past, so it's all about your future now.
My girlfriend works in a clinic in Atlantic City that provides health care and social services to people with no insurance or have limited means of support. There are more places in Atlantic City that provide free health care, food, shelter, addiction and social services than anywhere within a days ride of the city. People drift down here from all over of the state, even outside of New Jersey, for a cot and a meal. After its decline in the 1950s, the city has attracted alcoholics, people with mental health issues, and those just down on their luck. Maybe it was the ocean and faded glamor of the city 's boardwalk and hotels, or the abundance of cheap housing and corner taprooms.
When I Went To Florida I went to Florida after 4th grade in the summer. When we went to Florida, Jaxon my sisters, brother came with us. The night before we left he stayed at my house. When we left the next morning we left at 3:00 A.M. While we were on our way we both had to sit in the very back of the car because my sisters came with us. The ride there was not fun at all.
My most critical moment of thinking came as I was deciding to leave Dallas and move to Philadelphia. My husband received a lucrative job offer in Philadelphia right after our engagement and we both knew that a long distance relationship was not for us. He had finally found a good position in the Field that he was passionate about but he wouldn 't budge if I decided to stay in Dallas. Even though I had no desire to leave Texas, I would never have wanted to be the one responsible for him giving up a wonderful opportunity.
Last summer, my family decided to move to Oregon from a small town in Maine. Throughout high school, I was motivated to try new things. Nevertheless, moving across the country to a school where I knew no one would be the biggest change I ever endured. I was terrified of the unknown. It felt like I was going to a party I wasn’t invited to.
“ Watch Out!”, my pa yelled as a tree fell down. That is how most of my family’s trip was in 1855 when we traveled from Pennsylvania to Illinois for free land. Hi i’m Bill. I have one brother a mom and a dad. My mom has blond hair,short, and brown eyes.
Beep, beep, beep, “boys get up it is time for schools” words spoken every single school day i have ever experienced by the mother of all my brothers and I. Toledo a city ranked 54th on top 100 most dangerous cities, and a 26.3% poverty rating. Growing up in Toledo, and the city of Bowling Green, Ohio can be difficult and very stressful. A single mother, in a very low income household. Where everything is earned and nothing is given, lessons taught by my father at a young age. Growing up in two different cities my family and I had to grow up fast.