I’ve been living there almost my whole life, the Presidio, that is. I did used to live in Berkeley, though I can’t quite remember what it was like. I’m used to the Presidio, the fresh air, the beautiful landscapes and all of that. Though there will most definitely be aspects of the Presidio that I will not miss! For instance: the little to no amount of customization you can do to your house, the occasional loud smelly garbage truck parking right outside your window, the gutter strategically placed right next to the car door so you’re likely to lose your keys for good if you drop them, the odd field of hay growing across the street, the raccoons living in a bush right outside our garage, and most of all: the coyotes who eat everyone’s family pets. Aside from that there are nice flowers in the hay across the street, and there are beautiful owls and hawks that will fly by every once in awhile. So it isn’t completely bad. …show more content…
I am leaving next year… I’ve been here so long and I feel as though it will hard to adjust; though there is a lot to look forward to… I may move to Marin if I go to school there. I will miss the Presidio, most everything about it. I’m going to miss San Francisco as well, the cold weather and foggy skies mostly. My brother has been making a commute to Marin for three years now; he goes to Marin Catholic. A kid down the street, our neighbor Wesley also goes to Marin Catholic. From what I hear, Marin is quite different from San Francisco, the weather is warm and the sky is clear; also I have heard the food is quite
California, what makes this state so wonderful? Well if you were to ask any one east from it they might say it’s a party state filled with surfers and celebrities; where no is poor and everyone drinks wine. However, if you were to pick up Mark Arax’s book West of the West you would find the contrary. Arax goes beyond the clichés that California is known for and shows you, well, what is beyond just the west. Showing the true nature of California and its people, if you are one to think that California is a happy go’ lucky state then this would be the book to read to see the real California.
I started to like living in Las Vegas, I was able to get a job right after graduation working at the McCarren Airport at Hudson News Group working as a sales associate, I didn’t have to stress too much about traffic or gas and if I wanted to I could move into my own place and offer it. With all those positive factors that still couldn’t keep me away from California.
I moved to California three years ago from Maine. I really like it here. But when my husband and I start a family, I want to move back. Quite simply, Maine is a better place to raise children than California.
This week Tom Hothem, member of the Core committee and associate director of UC Merced’s Merit writing program shared his story on how he has made California his own. Tom explained that in order to understand yourself you have to understand where you live. Dr. Hothem created a great roadmap for his California story that showed his path to understanding himself and where he lived. Hothem used his own viewpoints and shared various author’s interpretations of California. It is vital that you understand where you live in order to accurately portray yourself. Tom uses literature from Californian authors such as Mark Twain, John Muir and Jack Hicks who explain their interpretations of California. Ones interpretation of California can be closely related
California was an exciting place to experience knowing that I could go to all of these ecosystems in one trip. Driving down the interstate you could see these gigantic mountains above the city of Fresno. Also one thing I noticed was how much of California is actually just farm land. The view above the plane was full of fields that were in perfect squares for farming. Realizing this I was actually shocked because I never knew how much of California is actually used for farming. Usually in movies you see, that are based in California, there are beaches and an ocean. Being in the western United States for the first time I was surprised also by how much desert there actually is. I’ve always heard people mess around and call California the land of “Fruit and Nuts” but it’s actually true. California leads the country in producing most of nuts in America and some fruits like strawberries and
My first trip to Yosemite was a time where I learned about adaptation. I had applied for an internship up at Evergreen lodge which is just outside of Yosemite. They bring the candidates up to see if you are okay in the environment. When we arrived near Yosemite the area was full of wonderful lush green pine trees immediately next to it was scorched earth. In the valley I found out that the area had adapted to fires and would grow back.
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.
I love camping and spending time outside, but this summer I had a completely new experience when I visited the Boundary Waters Canoe Area. Before leaving, I had very little knowledge of the Boundary Waters. After getting advice from friends and purchasing some special equipment, I realized that camping there was going to be much more complicated than I had thought.
Hi, my name is David Heard. I just turned twenty years old on February 4. I am a second generation American. My whole family is white and is originally from England. I have an older sister, Mary, who we do not see anymore, (I will get to that later), a younger brother, Adam, and both my parents. My parents and little brother live in a nice size house for the three of them. I plan to get married soon, but for now I live in a house near my parents by myself. They do not own that much land, but it is enough for my mom?s garden and for my little brother to play on. My father used to own a little ice cream and candy shop just on the outskirts of Boston. I took it over because my father does not want to work anymore. He feels that he is getting to old to be getting up before the sun rises to make candy.
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
The Mission District or Mission Bay is the part of San Francisco where most of the Latino community resides and have built it together to show our pride in all parts of this neighborhood. I say "our" because I am someone who was raised in the heart of the Mission District and have not only heard about the issues we have been facing when it comes to gentrification, but I have also experienced it. My story is similar to many other stories in my neighborhood and other neighborhoods experiencing this as well. An apartment where eleven immediate family members once lived became a memory in a blink of an eye. I grew up in this apartment that we had created a comfortable and loving home with many great family memories and events. Although we did not all remain in that apartment with my grandparents, for every occasion...
From a very young age I knew that I was going to move out of my hometown Guadalajara, Jalisco for the rest of my life, after all, my parents had given me a very unique opportunity, a U.S. nationality. My goal was to finish high school in the U.S. and one day enroll in an American college, however, my parents were not willing to let a 17 year old girl move thousand of miles away on her own, with only the support of her older sister, that lived in Washington State. My mother was the one in opposition to this idea the most, every time I mentioned even the smallest comment about me moving away, she would instantly change topics, turn the volume up, or just say she didn’t want to talk about it, I would always insist, until she was willing to hear
Hey Brandon, I wanted to ask you something since you been to DC before. I found a hotel in the Alexandria area and it seems like I would have to go to the Pentagon City Metro Station in order to get to DC. Now the question is if you went to the metro stations before, were they pretty decent? I mean I survived subways in NYC can't be any worse than that lol, but I just wanted to make sure, I'm a little picky when it comes to things like that lol.
When I first told my parents I wanted a classic car they were very against my decision saying it would be expensive to maintain, always be broken down, and be a complete death trap. I bought one anyway and it’s only a complete deathtrap, ha look at me now dad.
My heart was pounding as I boarded my flight leaving the Bangkok International Airport. A flight attendant in a grey dress with a red bow draped over her shoulder announced; “Welcome aboard flight AA350 to the United States.” My journey began that day.