Moving To Cancun

This story allowed me to see into the thoughts and emotions of a recently immigrated family. I was able to see how difficult it is to find a balance between your old culture and the one you are moving into, which I wasn’t aware was such a struggle. As a reader I was able to understand how the people around me potentially may be feeling, as this story gave me a good view of the emotions they experienced. Canada is a diverse place and now I am able to sympathize to people around me, since many have gone through the struggle of immigrating. Hopefully the story has allowed all readers to also see the challenge of moving to a new place, as some of them may have experienced it themselves and never had anyone understand. As an individual I cannot

The morning was foggy and I could see the front of my school through my window. It was a nice sight to see. I walked into the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal and there she was with her head down on the table. I could tell that she arrived a couple of hours ago because the tears hadn’t dried from her cheeks yet. I got myself ready gave her a kiss on her forehead and headed off to school. I had walked into class eager to see what my teacher Mrs. Padron had in store for today. Every single day there was something new to learn and there’s something about that infinite nature of learning that really appealed to me as a child. I cherished those 7 hours I spent in class the most I could and I dreaded the mere thought of having to go home where I would have to face the

Who would have known traveling could be such a hassle? Especially when moving from Wilson, North Carolina to boring Goldsboro. Especially when having strict parents, an annoying sister, a spoiled brother and an innocent me stuffed in a van, just to move only 26.4 miles. Moving cannot be that dreadful, I tried considering to myself. Making new friends and memories are not the worst thing in the world. There was only one slight problem …school. It was fall of third grade and everything was different. From math to English to science, concepts were thrown at me that I was so sure that I had never seen at my previous school. So at first sight of trouble, I turned to my parents, but only to end up with a frustrated me and a very agitated mother.

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.

“It’s okay, everything will be just fine,” My tears started to dry and a little smile came. Embry hugged me and pulled me to my feet.

In the summer of 2013, my mother told me that I would be moving to the United States, for reasons that she didn’t disclose to me. In the Dominican Republic, children are raised to never question the decisions of their elders, so I did as I was told. Later, I understood that my parents knew that it didn’t matter how hard I worked in school, we would never have enough connections or money to find me a good job or for me to assist to a good university in my country.

I had already moved once to a different country where, from my point of view at eleven years old, the culture and the people were strange. The change from Cuba to Mexico had been difficult and adapting to their traditions and their dialect had been challenging, but I was able to adjust to this new place. It wasn’t bad, moving from my birth country to Mexico had taught me to observe the world in a different perspective and while struggling to adapt I learned a lot about myself.

I'm gonna try putting myself in your shoes for a sec Omar. I know coming home all the way from an hour drive to work and back having a 6 year old is nice but when they ask a million questions per minute it may become irritating as you often say. Now I know you have been going to the same two places for vacation every year and I appreciate your love for Las Vegas and Cancun Mexico however after twenty years of constantly going to the same places can get redundant after two decades. As I said I just arrived back from a vacation in Orlando Florida and arriving back in Michigan I immediately thought what fun it could have been with you there.

It was the year 2008, I had just graduated from St. Michael’s School located in Los Angeles, CA. This year was quite exhilarating for me also scary because I was going to attend an all-girls high school. Los Angeles was my birth place also a place where I called home. One day, I came home to hearing my parents talking about moving to Mississippi. I remained devastated, not only we were moving to the south, I’m moving away from childhood friends. I was worried I wouldn’t see them again and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to make new friends in Mississippi.

Hello mom I wanted to ask you a question and give you reasons why I want this thing. So you and I both know that I want to go live with my dad in New Mexico, But you don’t know all the reasons why. I want to live there not only to be with my family, but with the friends that are like family to me and that will always be my family. I also want to live there to grow up and become an actual man doing manly things instead of working at a business and sitting around all day long. I also do not like the city life because of all the obnoxious people that don’t care about you. I know you will never let me go live there, but for you to let me go you have to realize how great my life would be there with all of the nice strangers and friends I have there.

The day I reached Punta Cana I was very excited. When I got off the plane I could feel the heat and the sun all over my body. After entering the airport, you could hear typical Dominican music everywhere. There was a bus waiting to take me to the hotel; the place where all the fun was about to begin. Siting on the bus, I looked out the windows to see the landscape, listened to music and talked with my boyfriend. Looking out the window I saw an immense yellow and red guitar; that is when I noticed I was entering the Hard Rock Casino & Hotel, the place where I was going to stay. That day I unpacked my bags, took a bath and slept all night because I was very tired. The other six days of my stay in

It was that time of the year ,which was back to school, it was the day ,I got to meet my 8th grade teacher ,I was sweating and had butterflies in my stomach. It was coincidence to find my friend Sheyla at the parking lot. Sheyla said she has met her teacher ,but needed a few more supplies ,so she was just back from getting her last supplies. Sheyla’s family went with us to met my teacher ,and I was glad to see her because it was quite a while since I last saw her. Later, after we left Berkmar grounds,I went to Sheyla’s house and we hangout the rest of the day. It was the first day of school, usually I would be feeling nervous,but today I wasn't ,which was good because I didn't want have sweating hands and a racing heartbeat. I arrived at Berkamr and went straight to homeroom ,I found my seat and waited. My first day at school wasn't to bad because the only thing

Returning to the Dominican Republic in 2012 was hard. I remember the Dominican Republic as a happy place not a grieving one. My little brother died in March of that same year. He drowned in the river close to our Dominican home when he was only one year old. When my sister and I arrived, we could hear and feel people’s whispers about us and our family. I never wanted to leave the house or play with any of my cousins. One day, my mom and uncle were arguing and he blamed my mom for my brother’s death. I started crying uncontrollably and I told her I hated the Dominican Republic and that I never wanted to go back.

It was June 2013, and I was almost graduating from high school in Mexico. I have already submitted my application to the university of my dreams in Mexico City. Everything was perfectly planned: the day to move over there, where I was supposed to live, everything. However, one day before my prom my mother came and told me “You have already gotten the U.S. residency, so you have to move over there.” I did not know what to do or what to say. I only could think about all my dreams and goals being lost. Coming to the United States and leaving my life in Mexico has been one of the most difficult decisions I have ever made because I had to struggle with a different language, with a different culture, and mostly face the situation of living without my family.

The very next day I wake for school only this time stronger knowing school is the only positive aspect in my life. In a way it’s the only thing that’s ever been there for me because all my hard work pays off with good grades. Unfortunately, this isn’t the case when I go back home today, so I walk the halls with a smile, for no one can see the burden I carry. I will never forget the effect Mrs. Daily had on me. She was one person who truly supported and believed in me when no one else in my life thought I existed. She knew I was bright so every day she would pull me out of recess or break time and have me read higher leveled books. School was the one place I was safe from the fighting. I was good at being a student so I wanted to be the best I could be. It was also my only support system. At home my siblings and I coped with my parents arguing in different ways and mine was to focus on school because that was what I was good at.