Personal Narrative Essay: Moving To New York City

When we lived in Chicago, we settled in with my dad’s side of the family. His older sister, Ana was married to my uncle Rigoberto or “Beto” for short. They had 4 kids, Ana Elisa, Liliana, Araceli and the youngest, Rigoberto Jr.. We would always get together and have cookouts every other weekend. My cousins, along with my brother and I, would play games and share jokes. As time went by my family had decided to move to Texas in 2004, we were leaving my aunt and her family. It was a sudden transition for both my brother and I. New school, new people, and a new environment. We missed living in Chicago, including my parents. Since we had moved in south of Austin there was nothing but open fields and agricultural roads, it took us about a year to get used to our new home. Over time we had gotten more acquainted with a few of our neighbors here. My dad was trying to convince my aunt Ana to move down here with us because of the peaceful and quiet environment; especially since it was closer to travel to Mexico. Finally, after three years of detailed things about our new place through phone calls between my family and aunt, they decided to move to here with us. At first I was happy that they

anywhere in the city and instantly know you are in New York City. As cities grew over time,

New York is a state where there are big lights and lots of people and busy streets. I live in Brooklyn, New York and I was born here and I have lived here all my life. Personally, where I live I can walk to go get groceries that I need and everything is in walking distance. I take the public subway or the bus to get to school and there are many public schools here in Brooklyn, New York. There are delis and corner stores almost around every block. Here in Brooklyn, it is very noisy and busy. I am so used to the noise that I can sleep soundly even with all the noise that surrounds my house. Personally, I think that if I were not born here or was not a New Yorker, I would plan to move here when I get older.

Despite the fact that the alarm is blaring at an earlier time than usual, I couldn’t be anymore ecstatic. I’d forgotten what it’s like to wake up in the City that never sleeps. Quickly getting dressed and running out the door, I look over my schedule. Still in disbelief that I’m actually here, and the fact that the city is my campus still amazes me. I make it through the hustle and bustle of the city streets that only New York can provide. I run into some girls that I recognized from orientation who seem to be lost, I point them in the right direction of the D train. Already knowing the Subway and street systems definitely helps me out and makes me happy to know I can help fellow students as well. New York City was my playground as a child,

New york is realy big city. Everybody imagine to live or visit there. That is the dream city.

Roughly four years ago I moved to Buffalo with my mom and two sisters, best move ever. Before then I had lived in Rochester, or to be more specific, Brockport. My childhood house was big and gray. It had a huge yard and very long driveway. However, my house in Brockport is not my home. I call home my green and white Tudor styled Kenmore house. It has a small green yard and a short driveway. It has been the best part of my life because of all the opportunities that were missed out on when you live so far away. Here in Buffalo I have the opportunity to go the high school where my mom, aunts, grandma, cousins, and sisters all graduated from. For now my job is going to that high school, but the second I turn sixteen, I will be working as a cashier at the dashes down the street from my home, a little family tradition. The reason I moved though, is hands down the most awful thing to happen to me or that can happen to a little kid, like I was at the time.

New York is a place with a diversity and plenty of room to grow in any direction you choose. New York City is a place of many opportunities. It gives me a feeling that I can accomplish anything I set out to do.

Growing up in a small town near the border of Arizona, I had always displayed an interest in seeing the world–the different cities and sceneries. But at the same time, I felt at home in Arizona. I breathed for the desert air, the grinched-colored cacti, and the occasional roadrunners. Imagine my surprise when I found out, shortly after my parents split, I was moving to New York City.

I'm in a small small town named Grosselec Poland in the year 1920. I am in the town square, people are bustling about. There are many shops selling food, clothes and a few selling jewelry. I look over to see a woman walking with her three daughter to the grocery store. I follow them inside to hear the owner say, “Hello Jetti how are Rachella, Sylvia and Esther? Any word from Jacob?” This is my great great grandma, my Mom's, Dad's, Mom's, Mom, Jetti Teidor. She responds, “They are doing fine, now word though, I am starting to think that it is time for us to move to America.” After they leave I follow them home. Jetti opens the door, walks to the small kitchen and starts to make dinner.

We used to live in Washington state, but traveled south to Los Angeles, California for better weather. This was a long, hard journey, but still, in the future, father says it will be worth it. We got ourselves a nice small house that is very comfortable and we are happy that the travel was done.

Some say it’s the busiest city, traffic is always backed up and people walking side by side trying to get where they need to be on time. New York City. It is pretty hectic but when all is calm and the sunset slowly goes down on the horizon, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. The aura of the city is so energetic and always on the go which makes it a perfect place for the city’s heros, Sage and Bolt.

Even though I was in a new, much bigger city and I didn’t get to do all the things I used to do, I grew to love the city I was in, the people around me, and the new things I’m still learning about. My heart will always be at home, regardless of where my home might

I love the outdoors and can’t stand to stay in one state my whole life. So I was given the choice to write about both leaving my home state and going anywhere except home or to stay in my home state my whole life. So I chose to leave, because it would feel like being trapped in a cell not going anywhere. Just not seeing the ocean or the wilderness would make me feel like a disappointment. Though it would be sad leaving everything behind just to see what’s out there and not going back, but it’s better to seek new cool things in life other than what’s in your home state. Like seeing the ocean, new people, new cultures, new just about everything. Personally I would love to go to Hawaii and see what it has in store for me.

Moving to New York City can be one of the most exciting things a person can do. There is a very good reason its called the city that never sleeps and the world's city. There is so much to do, so much to see, and an air of freedom and unity that cannot be found anywhere else. Moving to the Big Apple can also be stressful, just finding a place that is in your price range and fits your way of life can be a chore. Every neighborhood has its own unique character and choosing one that s the right fit for you can be a headache if you don't have the right guidance.

The majority of my family lives in Brooklyn. Most of them resided from South Carolina to Brooklyn and the others were born and raised there. My family loves New York as well. Most of them are very successful, while few are still struggling to make a living. To my family, home is Brooklyn, New York and as they would always say “There’s no place like home”. Brooklyn, New York is known as the “Big Apple” and “The Empire