New Jersey-Personal Narrative

Even though I’ve eaten lobster rolls, sported L.L. Bean jackets, and cruised lighthouse-studded coastlines, I am anything but a New-Englander. Though this has been by 4th year in Massachusetts, I still feel like I’m still the new kid on the block, the midwestern girl who’s naive to the traditions and expectations of New England. But, I am comfortable here, a result of many challenges I had to face over the time I spent in Massachusetts. These challenges did not arise when I first moved out—I was very unhappy the first and second year—it was during Sophomore year, when I started to adapt and be happy, did challenges from home spring forth on me. These challenges were from the people that I had left, family, friends, and others who felt that

I saw four letters on the paper: N, S, W, and E. For a better view, I situated myself under a lamppost, as the darkness of night failed to illuminate my paper. Looking up and down the strip of asphalt, I was desperate to find any road signs. Once I found a sign, concealed by a tree, I noticed it said, "NJ-40 towards Elmer".

My life was just normal being in New Hampshire. But then I had to move to Florida, when I was 3. The reason why is because of my mothers' job. She found a school that was better than the one she was at then. That was an interesting change for me. I was just 3 years old and I loved the cold and snow. Our time in Florida did not last long. The difference in weather really did not affect my life as much then others because I like colder weather a beater then hot weather. Me and my parents moved back up to New England again, but to Connecticut this time because of my mom for her work again. Apparently, it's hard for schools to find a good head admissions person. So, in Connecticut where I met 2 guys that became my best friends. We taught things

I saw a bathroom with a laundry room, the kitchen, dining area, and living room. As I got farther into the house I saw the sliding doors that led to the beach, and that's when I saw it. I looked out in amazement, before me was the ocean. I snapped out of my thought as I remembered there was more to see, the ocean had to wait. I then climbed the slim stairs to a small hallway which contained two doors. I entered the first door I saw, which ended up being my siblings and I’s bedroom. The room contained two twin beds and a large dresser, the entire room with a beach theme. To the left a door which held a bathroom. After settling my things I came to the other door and that was another bedroom, which would be my parents. I observed there was also a sliding door in the bedroom that looked out to the ocean, but at a whole new level. I got closer. I slid the door open and peeked my body out onto the

My attachment to NJ is as old as the day I landed in the US at Newark Liberty International Airport for my first US visit in 1999. I used to stay in NJ with my uncle whenever I visited the US in summer vacation. After going to college in Boston, I continue to visit my cousins living in NJ who I grew up with. The NJ medical school is in close proximity to my first cousin who is recovering from Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia. He is like a little brother to me since he is only 4 years younger and attending medical school in NJ will allow me to be there for him. Since his parents work full time, it would be gratifying for me to be the support him for his scheduled follow-ups in the hospital. Currently, I am only able to visit him on a quarterly basis

It is about that day of the week again, Sunday. I woke up to the wooden planks used for the floor creaking as daddy went to wake Jonnie and Suzie up for church since Billy, Andrew, Holly and I have passed the age of twelve the expectation is to wake each other up or wake ourselves. That is the bad part about living in the New England colony, there is no sleeping in on a Sunday not just once. Also, we have to get up even earlier because we living in the middle of town and city. The year is sixteen-twenty, and at the moment we are living in Massachusetts, but daddy wants to move to Rhode Island because he says there tolerant- or something like that. Even though I really just want to sleep I know I have to get up and wake Holly, Billy,And Andrew.Daddy briefly told us about one of his

My hometown of Winston-Salem, North Carolina is an industrial city built on tobacco, textiles manufacturing and Krispy Kreme donuts. In many ways, Winston is a relic of a South that I’ve never identified with — my parents are from D.C. and New Jersey, and they taught me to never put sugar in iced tea. Growing up, I didn’t understand how there could be 47 distinct country songs about a truck or why people panicked about having to drive on one inch of snow. More seriously, I resented the people who still flew confederate flags or who told me to lock my doors when I drove to high school in east Winston.

I have been on many vacations in my lifetime, but one just stands out more than any other. This summer I had the privilege to go to New York City with my parents and a friend. New York City is like no other place I have ever been before. It has such a different culture than the little town of Fulton, Ms, I was able to take part in new things that I have never experienced before, and my favorite thing was to learn about New York City’s rich history and visit the memorials there.

There i was sitting on the tree sleeping, I didn't even know how I fell asleep all I knew was it wasn't going to be good for me . I woke up, then at that moment my leg slipped I looked down and there was the ground coming at me, super fast then before I could react I hit the ground. The fall might of bruised my ribs because they were in pain. At that moment I wondered where my grandparents were. I decided to go back on the trail and try to find them. I ran as fast as I could sprinting up the trail taking short cuts on the trail trying to catch up when I finally got out of breath I didn't know where I was. All I knew was that I was lost. I sat down thinking,‘this is it. You really messed this up.Gosh why was I so stupid’? I don't hear anything except the birds chirping loudly and the wind blowing through the trees, then at that moment

"This is a dream, there is no need to be fearful," I tell myself in an attempt to reduce my anxiety. I try to wake myself up but it seems as if something is stopping me from doing so. I regain my balance and calm down, slowly walking towards the middle door. As I open it, a blinding light flashes at me and I appear on a small, sandy island. I wander around looking for signs of any humans inhabiting the area, but fail to see any life besides insects and fish. I go to the beach and sit near the waves of the sea, feeling deserted yet calm at the same time. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the

I felt like they were looking at me and I was scared I was wondering “is my mom looking for me “did she ever notice I wasn’t there”. Everything was running through my head is this where I’m going to die and in the other hand I didn’t get anything since this morning and it was already 12:00 I think because everything was fill with darkness? I was going deeper deeper in the forest wondering is there hope is there someone out there that will help me I don’t know less. I was wonder if my mom was looking every day it was 4 days since I was home and by the looks of me I was hungry I didn’t have any food and I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep but something told me to keep trying and don’t sleep . I decide to keeping walking then I saw a someone house and I try to run and run but when I got there there was no house just my imagination thinking so much fairytales and hoping there was any small sign that I will find my way

Four hundred dollars. Four hundred dollars, three hand-me-down suitcases, two crying babies, and one dream. That’s all Jose Nunez had to his name, as he walked out John F. Kennedy airport with his new wife Margarita, and his two baby children. As soon as those airport doors opened, it was like someone had turned the volume of the world all the way up. The sounds of city life boomed into existence as they stepped out into New York City for the first time. There had been many firsts that day for Jose and Margarita. Hours earlier, they had boarded their first plane. Days before, they had packed their first suitcases. They had spent a week saying their first goodbyes to a humble community in Santiago, Dominican Republic that was all they had previously

I gaze intently at the city skyline. Within my peripheral vision, I detect the Statue of Liberty to the right; to the left, the Empire State Building. Taxi cabs and miniature people scramble around the streets. I listen to the constant roar of conversations. I inhale the pungent odor of cigarettes and hot dogs. I taste the salty, ocean-kissed air. When my memory is filled with every detail, I pull my head back. Resting in my hands is a glass ball, precious and fragile. I shake it violently, then stop abruptly. Sparkling specks swirl, then settle, covering the city with a glittering blanket. Warmth circulates throughout my being. For one moment, I am calm, floating peacefully like those shining bits of dust.

When I moved here from New York, I was frighted. I was so confused on what was going on, and I missed every single thing that I left behind. My friends, neighbors, school, and home were gone forever. Lombard was a new start for me. The life here was completely different! In New York, we lived in a house next to a swamp with neighbors who were our age. We had lots of things such as wildlife, insects, especially cockroaches, fish, and of course, trees. Unfortunately, we don't have many kids our age in our condominium, but on the other side, we don’t have any creepy crawlers that come into our house! Similar to New York, we have lots of wildlife beneath the bushes and into to a wetland, with coyotes, snakes, frogs and toads. Unlike New York, our

I was concerned where our rooms where because nothing I had seen outside gave any hint of what I thought a hotel would look like. We all waited until we were given keys to our rooms. Finally the word was given that we could go to our rooms and I waited to get my key last. Once I got mine, I walked through the door and tried to follow the signs that directed me towards my room. I became confused as to where I was because I soon found myself in what I took as nowhere. I was on the second story, and everywhere I looked there were great, square openings where it was possible to see the sky and the ground at the same time. Suddenly, I was afraid and embarrassed at being lost. It made me feel like a little kid. One of the other kids stumbled upon me and, realizing I didn't have a clue what was going on, helped me to my room.