Around one or two years ago, I traveled back to the first house I lived in with my family. It was a little apartment a little ways from the main road. When I entered, my feet were met with the cold, ugly red tile I remember disliking as a child. It hadn’t changed much since I left. Pouring through all the windows was warm golden sunlight, the atmosphere hadn’t changed either.. The smell of food and sweets came in from the kitchen with the low hum of a fan from a bedroom. The dry, humid weather that caused my shirt to cling to my skin, nothing really had changed. Even though it had been at least eight years since I had stepped in the apartment, eight years since someone else started living in our home, eight years when I left India, that homely …show more content…
I remember that sense of excitement, that I would be moving a whole world away to a country I knew almost nothing about. It sounded like a vacation, or maybe even an adventure, a break from school, a break from classes, a break from the dastardly english cursive lessons. That day was a good day, my mom and I could finally go visit my dad in America. Other emotions sank in though, I was moving a whole world away. I had originally thought that a few hours drive away from my relatives -only seeing them once or twice a month- was too long, but now I was so far away that I could only see them once every one or two years. Moving now also meant that I would lose a lot; my friends, my neighbors, my nanny, and my relatives. I was terrified of what the future could hold. Would people like me? Would they want to be my friend? What if I won’t be able to make any friends? What if I have to do more cursive lessons? Would and what if questions littered my head, and even though I was slightly mortified by the move, I took a leap of faith, trusted my parents who told me that everything would be …show more content…
The days went by in a blur. It was amazing. Kindergarten was much more easier than what I had experienced in India. I had made friends, lots of them, some of which I still talk to today. The only bad thing I had worried about was the distance from home. I got to video call my relatives often, but sometimes I felt as if there was this barrier. Not just a glass screen. I felt as if I was watching tv, I was just watching pictures on a screen move, never able to fully immerse myself into the world I still wished to be in, but it was okay. I was still happy that I could see them on a day to day basis. None of my friends seem to appertain to my situation, but they still kept me happy and content with living in Boston. Eventually, I would lose all my worries, and that soon the vacation I once thought America was, would become
I’d never been in a house like this. It had rooms off of rooms, and in each of them were deep sofas and chairs, woven carpet over polished hard-wood floors, tasteful paintings on the walls. She asked if I was hungry, and she opened the fridge and it was stuffed with food-cold cuts and cheeses, fresh
It has been said that the grass is always greener on the other side. Being excited about the newness and challenges of a new place may not enable it to stay green for a lifetime, but the new place is a great place to spend the next four years. So even though I lived my whole high school life in one city where there were no actual problems, it still was time for me to move where there were new experiences.
When I was 7 years, I moved from my home in Australia to the other side of the planet to Dallas Texas. When I heard that I was moving, I felt a wave of despair wipe over me. As Taylor says “I have never in my own memory been outside of Kentucky” (Kingsolver 12). This was the same for me since I had never been
At first, the idea of my family and me moving to the United States was fun and exciting. I couldn’t wait for the time for my family and me to leave, get to ride an airplane, eat stateside food such as spam, corned beef, apples, and oranges, and experience the different seasons, especially winter. Because of the excitement of coming to America, I didn’t have the time to think and realize the effects of moving away from home such as missing everything, adopting a different culture, and being independent. The major effect of moving to a different country, especially moving during my third year of high school, and the most familiar one was missing everything such as family, friends, food, and scenery.
When I first moved to America I had many difficult, but positive life changing experiences. My parents, five sisters, four brothers, and I were all very nervous and excited to start a new life. I had many life changing experiences when it was my first time in an airport, starting school to learn a new language, and moving to Lincoln, Nebraska.
The day I moved away, a lot of things were going through my young mind. As I took my last look at my home, I remembered all the fun times I had with my family and friends through out my life. Now I was moving 800 miles away from all of that with no insight on what lied ahead for me. As my family and I drove away from our Michigan home, I looked out the window wondering what Virginia would be, and what my friends were doing. A lot of things were going through my mind at the time. At the time my main worry was if I would make any friends, and how I would adjust to everything. During the whole drive down, my mother would often let me know that everything would be all right and I would like it. Trying to be strong and hold back my tears, I just shook my head no, wondering why we had to move so far away. Life would be different for me and I knew it would.
Have you ever had to move to another state? If you have move to another state, I know how you feel. You might had have friends that you were really close to, but then it turns out that you have to leave them because your parents got a new job or something else happened. Well let me tell you my experience, based on why I had to move.
The neighborhood we moved to seemed like a little bigger version of our little neighborhood in the Bronx, so I thought it wouldn 't be too bad, and I even began to think this could be like home. However, like whenever you move somewhere new, you always have to make adjustments, and this was no different. Having to go to a new school in a new city without knowing anyone was scary at first, especially for your first year of middle school, but I made the adjustment rather quickly. The area I was in, was South Philadelphia, it also, like the Bronx, had a small neighborhood feeling to it, so even though at first it seemed like it would be way different, over time it turned out to be pretty good. It had a lot in common with what I was used to in the Bronx, from the markets to the food even to the people. The one thing that really helped me adjust was how small Philly felt compared to New York. For instance, Philly only has two real subway lines, so you could get from one side to the city in another in almost twenty to thirty minutes, you couldn’t even get out of a borough in that amount of time in New York. Another thing is that my family and I would go back up at least once a month at least for the first couple years for Holidays and just to see everyone, so it wasn’t like I was ever very far away. I ended up adjusting pretty good to Philly,
When I was nine years old, my parents, two siblings, and uncle decided that it was time for us to move from Missouri up to chilly Massachusetts. Both my uncle and father were construction workers. There were so many projects in Massachusetts, it was sensible for us to move. Financially, this was also the solution to our money problems. All around we were all very excited for this move, all except for myself. About halfway to Massachusetts, I had a gut feeling that this was a bad decision. Upon arrival, I felt like a fish out of water and, I was. Everything was so different compared to how Missouri was.
Life changes in matter of seconds. Imagine waking up to news of moving to a different country as an innocent young child, leaving friends and family behind and moving to a country thousands of miles away. I can still remember how terrified I was of leaving my homeland and coming to a new, different environment. Going to a place where I had no friends or family was the hardest thing ever. My friends and family members were very upset and they were crying because I was leaving. I was trying to be strong and hold back my tears. I had no choice of staying or leaving because I was only 11 years old and I had to leave with my parents. They had to leave the country because they owned a clothing store and it was no longer performing like it used to. They wanted to leave Egypt and live the American dream. My life went through a complete change because I moved to a new country, had to adapt to a new culture, learn a new language.
Thomas Tanner’s article Shifting the Narrative: Child – led Responses to Climate Change and Disasters in El Salvador and the Philippines seeks to examine children’s agency, as well as, their ability to participate in change and preventing disasters in the majority world. Tanner emphasizes that atmospheric greenhouse gases are placing a large pressure on human kind to adapt, alluding to a change in our social, economic, and political spheres (339). Tanner stresses for the active participation in efforts to, “prevent, prepare for, cope with, and adapt to climate change and extreme events” (340). This paper provides researchers with a pathway to inform critical understandings between children and adults, stressing agency and power within youth.
My parents left me for America when I was only two years old. I lived with my grandparents on a small farm for the next 4 years. My contact with my parents were limited to telephone calls as technology still wasn’t very developed. One day, I got a call from my parents, telling me that I can finally reunite with them. I was deathly scared of going to America: I did not know what my parents looked like, did not speak any
A certain familiarity has developed over time that makes it home. As I sit here, I can vividly picture myself there. I drive my car into the pot-hole filled parking lot off the main street, and park in the same spot I always have, people just seem to know that’s my spot. Walking around the back I gently push open the wooden door, which is like a barrier between two different worlds. The hot thick air quickly rushes out and escapes past my body. The familiar damp smell of sweat still inundates my nose when I walk into the ...
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 never doubted moving to New Jersey would result in me missing being around the family and friends I grew up with. I have a stepmother and four half siblings I left behind when moving to the east coast. Being so far away, I feel as if I am missing so many important events that have occurred in their lives. Sometimes it is not enough to speak with my California family over the phone or Facebook about what is going on in their lives. I would enjoy the experience of being there to see them face to face. I have my husband to consider as well, he left behind an elderly mother along with three brothers and a sister to make the move to New Jersey with me. The move to the east coast has been a huge sacrifice for him in so many ways. There are times I feel guilty about us not having the finances for him to go and visit his family more often. I also miss my old job working for Mattel in their chil...