On the first day of January, 1994, I came into this world. I was born in the small town of Truth or Consequences, New Mexico or T or C for short. The town’s name came from the history of the town. The town was originally known as Hot Springs due to the hot springs the town was built on. In 1950, Ralph Edwards, The host of the quiz show Truth or Consequences announced that he would host his show in the first town that changed their name to the radio shows name. Thus T or C was born, and forty-four years later so was I. After three short years, it was time for the first of many moves to come.
The first stop on my journey was Beeville, Texas. I ended up in this small town because of my parents. They brought us here because my parents owned a restaurant in this town. The restaurant was called K-Bob’s Steakhouse. For the next two years we would be living in this town with little to our names but our restaurant. The end of our stay here came when my dad got a job at Lowes Home Improvement in Enon, Ohio.
By age five, I was already hundreds of miles from my birthplace. The town of Enon was a starting point for me. It was also a big starting point for my older sister Nicole. We had a pretty good childhood here. Both of my parents were working during our stay here. My dad was working in the Lowes stores here in Enon while my mom was a yoga instructor at the YMCA downtown. During the days that both of our parents worked, we were looked after at the daycare center at the YMCA. On the days that my mom had off we were on the hiking trails. We hiked such places like Old Man’s Cave and Yellow Springs State Park. This lasted until I started elementary school at Enon Elementary. This year was home to many beginnings in my life. My first real fr...
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...ple that I formally knew very well, but when I tried to great them, I drew a blank on their names. I felt as if all of this was past and that I outgrew my Ohio life. The only one that left a memorable impact in my life was Jordan and not really the location itself. I than realized how much I have grown since leaving Ohio and even since my birth. By questioning why I felt this way, this revaluation helped me become the person I currently am. It helped me take a different approach to life rather than my old one.
This same moment came to me whenever I thought back to any place I have been. Instead of treating it as a simple move, it was part a journey with each stop being a learning experience in it. It was a journey that is constantly going on and still is. This journey is starting to pick up once again with The Denmark Partnership, with my next stop being Bornholm.
I was born and raised in Buffalo, New York and it’s all I’ve ever known. When I was younger my parents took me on little short trips like, Toronto and Columbus, Ohio. I was young, so I didn’t really remember a lot that was going on or different about the two places. When I got older, I decided I wanted a change in my life but did not know what or where. In September of 2003, I was invited to my cousin’s wedding in Charlotte, North Carolina. I decided to go and when I did, I did not want to return back to Buffalo. Of course, I had to come back to Buffalo because I was only visiting. I had made up in my mind right then, Charlotte, North Carolina was the place for my children and me. I decided to move to Charlotte before Christmas of that year. My experiences were years to remember. I stayed in Charlotte for a total of seven years. During the years I had been living in Charlotte, my most memorable experiences were the weather and the commuting.
I was born in a small town, Sicily in Italy. After a few years, my family and I moved to Arizona. It was pretty convenient because my grandma lived there so we could visit here more often. Then we moved to Germany in 2009, practically on the other side of the world. School was chaotic, everybody knew everybody and I knew no one. However, after a couple of months that all changed. Middle
Because of some of the circumstances that make me who I am, it is hard to say I have any one definitive home. Instead, I have had two true homes, ever since I was a young child. What makes this even more of a conundrum is that my homes have always had little in common, even though they are only a few hundred miles apart. Between the big city of Houston, Texas, and the small town of Burns Flat, Oklahoma, I have grown up in two very different towns that relate to one another only in the sense that they have both raised me.
In the book, Parallel Journeys, Helen Waterford, one of the three authors, explains how she as well as millions of other Jews appreciated the smaller ‘gifts’ in life because they faced such a punishing lifestyle. After having to consume unsatisfactory food for many months, Helen talks about one extraordinary night. “‘There was one special night on Christmas. That was the first and only time we had meat for dinner. The meat was a freshly killed horse, and it tasted delicious to me. For this special occasion, each person's meal was put into a separate brown bowl. On other days, four of us had to share one bowl. Of course we had no knives or forks, no tables or chairs, but we did have meat”’ (145). Subsequent to Helen and Doris’s arrival in Chicago and reunion with Helen’s parents, the two arrived at their new house. “‘It was a single room, and I was
My childhood growing up in Kansas was like a whole other world compared to my life now. Kansas is where one goes to watch the wheat grow, not raise a family. No one could convince my dad otherwise though. Recently divorced and newly married, he brought his two children from his previous marriage, my brother and me, to Kansas to be with his young pregnant bride. There awaited a promising new job and a whole new life for us all.
At the age of nine, my family decided to relocate to Chattanooga, Tennessee. My father had found a better job opportunity, and he needed to move to his new job location as soon as possible. This is a big change for such a small child. Your surroundings have changed, and all your beloved friends and family are
Within a week of finding out my dad was gone forever, me along with my eight brothers and sisters, my recently widowed ( and pregnant ) mom, and a handful of personal items left the comfort of our small Charleston, home and were packed up in a van and shipped off to Memphis, Tennessee to start a new life. The wound of my father's death was still so raw that I refused to accept that the strange city of Memphis was my new home, and that somehow my father was alive and well, and all we needed to do was go back to Charleston and be with him. And as days in Memphis turned to weeks ,and then months, the realization and acceptance of my new life set in, and I began to embrace Memphis as my new home. as the years passed I made
Growing up as a kid I lived in Flint, Michigan. It was a very dangerous city. There we a lot of deaths and there weren’t any good job there. I lived there until I was 7 years old. At 5 years old I went through family troubles and I couldn’t see my mom. At the age of 7 my dad was working in Oklahoma and he would be gone for 2 weeks at a time. To make it easier on us he decided to have our family move there. I started school here in Burns Flat in the third grade. My first ever friend was Ryne Garrison. I was a shy person. People may not believe it but I was and I still am.
Growing up in a small mid-western town was exactly like a lot of people imagine it to be. The years kept passing by, but it seemed like nothing ever changed. We went to school, played sports, chased girls, worked on our friend’s father’s farms, and talked about how we couldn’t wait until we graduated so that we could finally move out.
Suddenly, I was put out of my “comfort” zone. Because my dad got a new job, I moved from a small city called Eugene to a big city called Portland. Me, along with my four other siblings, were put into a tiny private school with
Life in the middle school and high school was not easy for me. I had become an introvert, I still didn’t know how to be social, and I had very few friends. I was teased for being very quiet, and some people insinuated that I’m scared of fellow people. On the other hand life at home was difficult. My mother had become so bitter and pleased her was next to impossible. She became very harsh with my brother and me, and we were always scolded for even the smallest mistakes. Once in a while, my father would come for us and take us to the city he lived. I would look out of the windows as we drove out of town and would imagine how life in another city would feel like. I looked at the skies, and all I saw were promises of a better future. All my life I had lived in San
My hometown city carved me into the man I am today. It was hard growing up on that side of town, but at the same time everything happens for a reason. If I had the chance to move back to my city I wouldn’t go, because now that I moved to Georgia I realize all the flaws Detroit had. The roads are terrible and I hate the snow now. I got used to the great weather and the luxury of the city down south, but the only thing I missed from up north was my associates. (Friends) The only way to change the lonely feelings is to gain
It was a beautiful, sunny day in South Florida. I was six years old, playing by the pool with my new puppy. I loved swimming in the pool almost every day after school. I also enjoyed going out on our boat after school or crossing the street and going to the beach. My father came home one evening with some interesting news. Now, I do not remember exactly how I felt about the news at that time, but it seemed like I did not mind that much. He had announced that we were going to move back to my birth country, Belgium. I had been living in Florida for five years and it was basically all I had known so I did not know what to expect. I had to live with my mom at first, and then my sister would join us after she graduated high school and my father finished settling things. I remember most of my earlier childhood by watching some old videos of me playing by the pool and dancing in the living room. It seemed like life could not get any better. However, I was excited and impatient to experience a new lifestyle. I realized that I could start a whole new life, make new friends and learn a new language. Belgium was not as sunny as South Florida but it has much better food and family oriented activities. Geographic mobility can have many positive effects on younger children, such as learning new languages, being more outgoing, and more family oriented; therefore, parents should not be afraid to move around and experience new cultures.
I am by myself wearing my blue jeans and an old flannel shirt. It is cool outside but I decided to leave my gloves at home, feeling comfortable with my warm shirt and my sturdy boots.
My educational journey has been like a roller coaster. I have been in the worst spot of my life time. Where I hate going to school but, also think about my father education. My career goal is one of my most important in my life to better myself than I am today tomorrow I will better than yesterdays.