Personal Narrative: Moving To The United States

It was so hard moving because I felt like I was leaving all of my friends behind. Maybe my old friends have moved on

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.

For as long as I can remember there has always been a yearning deep within my innermost being to experience first hand an array of cultures and countries. As a teenager, I had the good fortune to travel throughout Europe and to live in Germany for two years. Traveling and living abroad was so appealing to me that I decided as a young adult to relocate to Mexico. While in Mexico I not only acquired a profound respect and appreciation for their culture, but also worked diligently in order to achieve a near native proficiency in the Spanish language. Upon my return to the United States, I slowly began to formulate my next adventure, a trip to the culturally rich and uniquely diverse country of China.

I was anxious to see what this new place was, It was sooo different from where I used to live. After that, we came straight to Colorado, It was blazing hot, this place had an “airport” smell. My relatives welcomes us with warm rice with curry. Their house looked very different from where I used to live.

Its 1914 and I just got the news that we were finally going to America! We have been waiting for several years trying to save up money and figure everything out. Going to America is almost every ones dream here in Europe. Just like Oscar Hammerston said, “ You gotta have a dream.

It all began after my first semester here at A&M. I was somewhat disappointed because I had hoped to meet lots of new people and make new friends but that wasn’t exactly the case. You hear how people make some of their truest and lifelong friends in college however, after my first semester I still didn’t have any friends here. It was hard because I moved here from Idaho so I was completely starting over and also because I was fairly shy. So here was my first summer in Texas

Over the years I have experienced countless history classes as well as watched and read what feels like thousands of news reports that address conflicts and disasters outside and inside of the United States. As I got older I realized that living in this country has presented us with many opportunities to better our lives and to accomplish our goals, but unfortunately not everyone can live in the United States. I have been told I am privileged with more advantages and opportunities than most others all my life; meanwhile there are people in other countries that are suffering hardships I can’t begin to imagine. I can go and buy the miscellaneous supplies I need from Target, I don’t have to wonder when my next meal will be presented to me, and

When there first told me I really didn’t want to move because I had a good amount of friends that I had and I liked the people around me. My parents told me its gonna be okay you 're going to make a lot of new friends at your new school. I always kept denying it because I was always the shy kid growing up. As the weeks went on and we finally moved to our new house on 1 August 2008. My mother, sister and I drove up to our new local school that was 10 minutes away from our house, the name of school was Fremont elementary school.

Throughout the history of mankind, many people have wished for the ability to travel back in time. There are countless historical events that I would want to travel back to, from world wars, incredible inventions and to major sporting events. Everyone would use this opportunity differently, but I would travel back to the early 1900’s to live through the major moments that occurred in the United States. The two world wars have always fascinated me from a very young age, and I always appreciate opportunities to learn more about them. History classes, books, and movies have given me information over the years, but it has never seemed to be enough for me.

The American Experience In 2008, I had a bitter-sweet moment with the prospect of relocating to America. I was quite shocked at the time because I had to leave everything behind and start a new life abroad. My parents were the ones who organized the move, and so I was obliged to go. I skipped school because I needed rest before the long journey. My friends and classmates were surprised because we were approaching the final exams.

In 2007, my mom, sister, and I all moved to Houston from Pennsylvania. In elementary school and most of middle school, my dad seldom called me outside of school, and it was hard for me to talk to him even when he visited me. In 7th grade, my mom would frequently get mad at me, and I would have nobody else to have a conversation with about my troubles, because my Dad was often busy with work. Although these problems seem troubling, long, and difficult, I still got through them. I ended my 7th grade year at Trafton with a very low self-esteem with hatred for everything, but was ready to take on the challenge of a new school,

When I was younger I was constantly worried over. I was a child who would not willingly speak to others, who would hide in inconspicuous places to avoid them; a very reserved child that created concern in the minds of my parents who recently came to America from Pakistan. I didn’t have many friends growing up, I didn’t socialize much, and I was constantly alone unless with immediate family.

Up until senior year, I struggled with school because I felt like the world turned against me in every way. I couldn’t get out of my bubble of depression, I kept on replaying my father’s abuse in my head over and over every day non-stop.

Leaving home to attend college is in general a big step and for me as an international student, leaving my country Chile was very scary due to the big changes I was going to face. One of the huge diversity experiences I had was when I first came to the United States in August 25th, 2012 and through all my freshmen year. My freshman year was a time filled with some anxiety and wonderful discoveries. First, my roommates where all from different countries (Japan, Canada and United States) and the true is that with the exception of the Canadian guy, I couldn’t get along with them at the beginning. They were different attitude and ways to face a same problem but at the end, we created a good atmosphere in our room and although we don’t live together

No friends Very lonely No one likes me The household that I came from was not very good or positive. My father was not around very much, and not for work. Even though we lived with him. I had just moved to poughkeepsie when i was 10yr old.