Cultural Differences In New York City

Leaving Chicago was an emotional rollercoaster, but, I knew I had to leave for the time being. This decision, after years was finally a decision I made just for myself. I knew I wanted to become the person that could finally look in the mirror after years of avoiding myself and be proud of who I am. When I got settled in Dayton, there were many more decisions that had to be made, I needed to find a job, I needed to apply for college, and there was no time to overthink these decisions. I knew what I had to do to become “me”

For years after my relocation across the country, I was neither accustomed to New York life nor did I feel at home. I did not fit in. I blamed the move from Arizona to New York the reason that I could not fit in but, deep down, I knew this was not true. I did not fit in even back in Arizona; I was attached to the place solely because all my childhood

It has always been human nature to live in small concentrated cities because of the opportunity, the services that are provided, and the cultural diversity, however negative aspects do arise when people are closely compacted, such as poverty, pollution, overcrowding, and even violence (“Urban” np). Residential segregation can also come from diverse cities caused by Urbanization, i.e. Chinatown in New York City (Beall, et al. 7). Some cities have tried to limit the amount of cars used for transportation and fund many sorts of different modes of transportation, and the large amounts of transportation may make it difficult for people to switch to a different mode, although a taxi or bus may still get stuck in traffic thereby limiting the contributing

My father wasn't around as much during Middle and High School. He took a position in New York City that kept him away for much of the week, though he would often return each weekend for short spurts. After graduating high school, I joined my father in New Jersey to embark on my undergraduate experience, leaving behind my mother and siblings in our upstate New York home. The dichotomy between these two locales was immediately perceptible — from the population density and cultural heterogeneity to the very way that the roads and highways were strewn about. The acclimatization process was sluggish — further hampered by my own initial sentiments of detachment. Being a novel resident of New Jersey while also commuting to campus day-to-day was challenging,

I grew up in Brooklyn, specifically a neighborhood located north-central of the borough. Living anywhere else but the city and genuinely enjoying your experience is viewed as very rare, from a New Yorker’s standpoint. This place of joy and ridiculously high rent has bright lights, cliche tourist attractions and notorious public transportation. And yet, this was my home, somewhere I believed I would be destined to spend eternity in. To my surprise, in late June of 2013, I was forced to relocate to suburban New Jersey, which came as one of the biggest shocks of my life so far. Devastated, and absolutely heartbroken by this change of atmosphere, my life felt like it was falling apart. Unbeknownst to me, it would turn out to be one of the greatest

At some point of our lives, we have all felt that feeling of what to do next, and mine would have to be the time I had to move from different cities. I was born and raised in McAllen, Texas. Throughout the years I was able to create and cherish many memories. Everyone around the neighborhood knew me as the shy, sweet, and kind Emily. My life was made in the valley until I got the announcement from my parents that we were moving to a new city named “Laredo.” At that moment my world had paused, so many questions were running through my head. What am I going to do? Where will I live? , and how will I adapt to this new town? So many mixed emotions were created, but I tried to hide them.

I reacted as politely as I could to the cultural differences in the Bronx. The culture shock often made me irritable and honestly annoyed, but I never lashed out or maliciously acted on my sentiments. With the constant Spanish, music playing, and different attitudes, I needed to find a way to zone out my surroundings. And I turned to music, country music in particular. I had always loved country music, but I really came to love it while in the Bronx. It was a way for me to regress into the culture in which I came—mainly a white culture that often has an affinity for the outdoors and wilderness. The urban jungle of NYC rarely offers a great area to fish or hunt. Yet I also did try to embrace the changing culture. I would dance to the Latin music that many of my students played; I would eat locally and try different cultures’ foods; and I read up on the history of the Bronx and how it evolved into a city with a working class that is socioeconomically challenged, and how many people—especially those of color—have received the brunt end of public policy decisions that have no other explanation than environmental racism and unjust drug policies. For example, we worked with students whom, at any given time, could have their homes evicted, suffer an asthma attack from the unconscionable pollution caused by the Bruckner Bridge that connects upstate New York to Manhattan, or lose a father or mother or sibling to one of the everyday evils that swirl around a neighborhood like Hunts

I hated the lies between my “best friend” and I; I hate the hospital here, I hate that I couldn’t spend much time with my friends as much as my brother did, or having a chance to mapping around to all these places he was bragging about. But then, after wasting my first week, now I let the breeze brush against my skin and let my hair fly back behind me. The scent of everything keeps pulling me back and won’t let go. After all these years, I am finally here, sitting behind my friends electric bicycle and listen to them spilling out all these café shop and food stands they went after school and how our classmates had changed throughout the

I decided to move to Utah so I escape New York and its social and racial barriers. Utah came with its challenges, not only was I met with a harsh welcoming from its inhabitants. The lack of diversity, I was subjected to the racial comments from some of the residents of Utah County. My sister blamed me for racial remarks and for the lack of trying to blend in with the residents of Utah County. I attended Utah Valley University where I studied for a year and flunk out. This was the result of years of feeling inadequate; my esteem reached a record low.

Moving here from Los Angeles was one of the better things that’s happened to me in my life. I know, that’s a hard sentence to swallow even for me. Being on that plane, looking down at the city I called home for so long didn’t phase me one bit, nothing did. “Do you miss it?”, there was no real straight answer to that question nor will there ever be. I always answer “Yeah it's different here, but I mainly miss my friends”. Los Angeles always had a place in me, those breezy summer nights at the beach, the sunny days that never acknowledged winter was even a season and never needing to wear anything but a t-shirt and shorts. It’s not that I want to forget all about it or that I can’t. Los Angeles was always something more than just a city with

City places were becoming a more popular and a more common place to live instead of in the country. Big cities start to emerge and so does ethnicity in there. Ban of alcohol, people did bad things to get around it. Speakeasies were secret bars, bootleggers were alcohol smugglers. A group of people who did an illegal action to got what they wanted. Notorious gangster that made millions of dollars by having a mass bootlegger company. Made things more interesting to readers and got more of them. The radio was a very popular thing that the average Joe used a lot. People do things and buy things to entertain themselves more. Charles A. Lindbergh first to fly across the Atlantic ocean. Made history and made literature a good

After a long ride, we saw our new home for the first time. It wasn’t luxurious, but to a couple of young children like us it was cool to live on the beach. The changes that lied ahead of us were great. There are many ways in which this new start changed my life. First, no longer did we live in fear. This enabled me to move on. I enrolled in eight grade that year. I felt like had a fresh start. No one knew my business. I could make myself whatever I wanted. My whole personality changed. That year I started at quarterback for junior high and from there everything started to look up. If I was to go into details of all the success I had it would be bragging, so I am just going to say I went from a casualty of a broken home to a respected and important part of High Island High School. In the five years I was there, I had more fun and a more productive life than all the other years put together.

First few days in the USA were not bad for us. Adapting to a completely different environment was not hard enough. Although my first day at the school was completely opposite, because there were plenty things that I figured were

I moved to US in the middle of my 6th grade year, before that I was living in Thailand. I quickly like my new school. The teachers were nice and they ready the counsel you on the issue you may have. Oh yeah, I quickly discover these things call raising your hand and answer questions or expressing your opinion to the class.

When I was 15, I lived in a town called Mountain Home. I loved it there, and since I had lived there for most of my life, I knew it like the back of my hand. It’s a small town with not much to do for a teenager, besides the bowling alley and the lakes, but I had my friends and that’s all that really mattered. I saw myself making a life for myself in that town because it was the only place I know I could call home. I never expected to have my life flipped upside down and experience one of the biggest changes in my life.