My Home

Tennessee is by far my most memorable place. This place is far from my little town “the watta,” and getting there is a long ride. One can take a plane or drive all the way there but whichever you choose when you arrive it’s like going to paradise. The feeling of arriving you get is irreplaceable. Viewing the mountains from far is truly a peaceful place. It is filled with so much nature, it reminds us of how beautiful this world truly is with it.

It all started on a warm sunny day, my dad had just arrived from Michigan. He came into the house gave my siblings, my mother and me a hug and told us the big news. “We are moving to Michigan” he said. He said it so calmly as if expecting my siblings, my mother and myself to react in a good way. Immediately I started to panic, I didn’t want to leave the place I grew up in. I was only eleven years old, I didn’t know how the people in Michigan would be. Finally I spoke “ I don’t want to move dad, I love it here!” which he responded with “I’m sorry but we are going to move because we can’t afford to live here anymore” He said this so emotionless as if not knowing how this could affect me. I hardly got any sleep that night for the fact that my parents were arguing for what felt like all night, but in reality was just an hour.

It was pouring rain the day I moved to Tennessee, which reflected exactly how I felt on the inside. One week before my Junior year of high school, my parents decided to relocate the family six hours away from where I’d lived my entire life—a decision that was not supported by all those involved.

It was tough trying to handle parents who were always drunk, always violent, always complaining that they could not afford to buy my siblings and me food when every night they would come home with two new bottles. Every night had the same ending. My mom crying for help as my father showed the true demons that hide beneath his aging flesh. I wished many times to die, cried myself to sleep almost every night, and tried my best to keep a face that did not reveal how I truly felt.

With a little less than a week left of school my mom took us to school to drop off our books. While there I stopped in a class and said goodbye to all my friends. I didn’t say anything to them until that day, I said goodbye we hugged and I left. On the drive over to the new place it ended up raining making it an even worse day. The new place was nowhere close to how nice our old place was, the new was a beaten up old trailer in an old trailer park in Amelia. My uncle and aunt already had 5 kids

Started off with me having to move back to Indiana. First, my mom was nowhere to be found, so I wasn’t able to say good bye and that I loved her. I really wanted to be able to hug her one last time. She did the same thing when I was a kid. It made me feel unwanted all over again, so I got on the bus with nothing but 3 bags and no money.

When I was nine years old my father went to prison. Since he was a single parent, I was forced to relocate to Washington State to live with my grandparents. Moving to Washington was one of the worst things that I thought could happen at the time, even though it ended up strengthening me as a person. I was forced to leave my friends, school, father and all of my other family members. I was taken from everything I knew and was left very confused and conflicted.

A semester is a long period of time to be removed from your normal routine. Being away from my family and friends for the first time in my life, I struggled feeling comfortable in Italy. Slowly, as I explored my new city, I found places and foods scattered around the city that made me feel like “home”; a term that I realized is flexible and does not mean where you are from, but where you live, and this semester I have learned to live in the moment.

The movie “La Casa de mi Padre” takes place in Mexico and represents family values and the cost of drug rivalries. In this movie the main character (Armando Alvarez) is a “ranchero” on his fathers land and the idiot of the family. Armando lives with his father in the house of his father, as enforced in the title, and although not heavily educated and lacks the qualities of a successful man as consistently pointed of by his father finds greater purpose when his brother comes back to town. The film begins by helping the viewer identify all the main characters in the movie and there place in the film. The issues faced in the film are created when Armando 's brother (Raul) and beloved and favorite son to Pedro returns to his father 's ranch as a successful businessman. This is the first consequential action that begin to dictate the direction of this movie. As Raul returns he brings with him his lover and hopefully soon to be wife. Pedro quickly gives his blessing to his son and begins planning the wedding. Accompany Rauls return to the family ranch Armando reaches the conclusion that the business that his brother has gotten himself into is the drug business. Appalled by the the idea of his brother getting involved in such evil and threatening the family name Armado addresses to Raul to confirm the accusation. Armando is enraged by his brothers stupidity and utter disregard for the pride of his family. He directs his hate and blame for his brothers poor decisions on his new

The difference between my sister and I were our age, but that was not a big deal, we were really close. When mom and dad were at work, she had responsibility as the eldest sister to take care of me and my brother. We were always watching my 3 years old brother’s favorite movie, Tarzan. It was nice spending time together with my brother and sister. Days later, I heard my parent’s conversation about going to America. My mind was in shock and I was scared. My mother told me that we were moving because, “America is a country of a new beginnings; better education and job opportunities”. I came to America when I was eleven years old from Mexico. Leaving behind family, friends, traditions, culture and our country was a hard decision for everyone to make. I remember saying good-bye to my family and friends; it was one of the hardest situations from the process of a new beginning. I had a question, Will I see them again? It was a question with no answer. I did not know when I would see my family and friends again, but there was hope inside me. What really affected me the most was saying good-bye to my sister Miriam. She did not like the idea of coming to the United States, because she had a life in Rio Bravo, I think everyone did, but I had no choice.

The year that I left home was 1930. My family had nothing to eat and there was no work in town for myself, a sixteen year old boy. After struggling for so long my father had finally said to me that I was one extra mouth that the family didn't need. He didn't say it outright but I knew he wanted me gone. That night I left with just the clothes on my back. I didn't have any other belongings so it wasn't hard for me. To this day I don't think my family missed me after that.

As I sit here, on the hood of my car looking out into the vast field I think to myself, why this place? Out of all the places that mean so much to me, why does this place stand out the most? Everyone has that one spot that is special to him or her for various reasons whether it be a memory, experience, how it makes them feel, etc. For me, my favorite place encompasses all my senses bringing them to an all time high filling me with an overwhelming indescribable feeling. It’s my sanctuary, a safe place, but above all a place to clear my mind and getaway from reality. There aren’t enough captivating words to describe the beauty of this place. In the winter, the vast field covered in a blanket of untouched glimmering snow surrounded by bare

It is no doubt about it that everyone has somewhere that they have adapted to long enough to call it there home! A place they can relax and really be their selves, for some it may have been their grandparents house, aunties house or wherever they felt comfortable. Well I of course felt comfortable in my own home, a four bedroom house on the west side of North Miami. My home in Miami was perfect I had my own room, I was very comfortable there, and it was a place to get away from the world.

Skyscrapers, the Statue of Liberty, SoHo, Central Park and The World Trade Center are all the pictures that show up in the head of a tourist and are shown on Wikipedia when you search for New York City. But what about my New York City? Living in upper Manhattan has been my New York City for the past eighteen years. Uptown is very different from downtown Manhattan. I grew up with bodegas at every possible corner. Usually, one of the bodegas are owned by Muslim people, and across the street one will be owned by Latinos such as Mexicans and Dominicans. The so-called skyscrapers will most likely be all the five-to-six floor story buildings you see when you walk through the streets. The Central Park we have is the two parks that connect:

Sarawak-my hometown and I am proud of it. The scenery, languages, historical places, interesting places and various foods are very special to me as the resident of The Earth of Hornbill. I am proud to promote my hometown to everybody as Sarawak has its own attraction. I will be gladsome to recommend the most popular places in Sarawak which is also known as the main attraction such as Sarawak Cultural Village, Jong’s Crocodile Farm, Sarawak tribe languages and the most known well foods among the visitors likes Laksa Sarawak, Kek Lapis Sarawak and the most unique one is Manok Pansoh.