Personal Narrative: Home And Moving To New York City

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.

My move to NYC ended up being an abrupt push into adulthood that was more daunting than I expected. I found myself in a large,expensive city.Due to my family’s financial situation,all costs of living were on my shoulders, and I attended a university with a demanding course load. I found myself needing to learn to manage my time, make money, and navigate this foreign place. This led to a rocky start academically. Determined to succeed, I considered all my resources: college events, my advisor, and academic centers. I created an increasing trend in my GPA,and I took a major I was passionate about.I worked multiple jobs sometimes up to 30 hours a week, while still gaining unique life experiences. Although my path to this point may have been

Although one would most likely envision the picturesque Lady Liberty, the lofty Empire State Building, or even a humble Sabrett Stand upon hearing “New York City”, nothing serves as a better icon of the grand city than power outages. Being born and raised in the South Bronx, Fordham Manor specifically, I have experienced a substantial number of power outages that would occur frequently not only in my neighborhood but various other communities of the Bronx as well. Yes, they were at first a rather terrifying reminder of the borough’s crumbling infrastructure, but as I grew older and more insightful, I developed a unique perspective on these so-called disasters and was able to perceive them for what they truly were: the happiest misfortune one

Outside of academics, we had different much personalities. Diego was more outgoing and want to explore New York City and make the most out of his time there, while I was more reserved and was content with spending my weekends relaxing in my dorm. He told me that he used to walk around Mexico City and experience what it had to offer. He came in with this same mindset for New York City and always looked for something new to try every weekend. I usually joined him, and along the way we found a few places that became our go-to if we ever wanted to travel outside of the Financial District such as Los Tacos No. 1 in Chelsea Market and Crif Dogs in East Village.

If I could live anywhere in the world and money wasn’t an issue I imagine myself to move to New York City, nowhere specifically I just know that I would live in NYC in what seems the world’s smallest apartment with massive windows that let lots of sunlight through.

My decision to move to NYC and attend NYU was initially fueled by a desire to squeeze every ounce of experience from life. Though it ended up being an abrupt push into adulthood that was more daunting than I expected. I found myself in a large, fast paced city very different from where I had grown up. Also the costs of living were extremely high, and this was something that fell completely on my shoulders because of my family’s financial situation. On top of dealing with these new responsibilities, I started to attend a university with a demanding and difficult course load. I found myself needing to learn to manage my time, make money, and navigate the workings of this foreign place. This led to a rocky start academically.

Looking back now, I wish I had listened to my mom's advice earlier than just my last year of high school. Senior year basically hit me like a brick. I started to miss how life used to be. I want to be hanging out with my friends. Going on random food trips and even just doing what I wanted in that exact moment. If I wanted some ice cream, why wouldn’t I just drive myself right away?

People seem to think that new york city is spectacular and magical, but thats not how i see it. Thats becauswe ive lived here all my life. Over these thirteen years, I’ve come to notice all the not-so-enchanting aspects of the city.

Moving changes everything. For me, going from sunny California to bipolar South Dakota was huge. From what I thought was cold to getting here in December is definitely something I won’t ever forget. California's winter temperatures are like South Dakota's fall temperatures. Now when I go back home, and people are complaining about 40 degree weather, I just tell them that it's nothing compared to here. The switch changed a lot of things about me.

I am so thankful for my parents always giving me food on my plate, clothing on my body, and a roof over my head. I appreciate them two so much even though I barely say it because I’m not really an emotional guy. Around twenty years ago, both of them came to America illegally seeking a better life and hoping to earn enough money to send back home. They both met each other 18 years ago, in America, and I don’t know how because they won’t tell me. I do know that my oldest sister isn’t my dad’s biological daughter, and they have tried to keep it a secret from me but I found out years ago. Moving on, my mom gave birth to their first child together in the year 2000, around a year after they met. In 2002, my mom gave birth to me and I am the only

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

After I had my daughter, I had moved back home, temporarily taken off of work, and focused on school and my new baby girl. My family was, at last, there to support me and help me become me again.

By the time I finished seventh grade, I had a detailed, 10 year plan mapped out. I would take specific courses in high school, go to a nearby university, and get a career in pharmacy. A rigid and consistent schedule gave me a sense of stability and security. It wasn’t until my eighth grade promotion did I realize the implications of this fixed-mindset. My father surprised my sister and I by saying that we were moving to Wisconsin, in one week.

DING DONG! “That must be the pizza, I’ll go get it.” I said as I got up from the couch and grabbed the twenty dollar bill off the coffee table. I went to the door but it wasn’t the pizza I was hoping for, it was a man. He was very muscular, older-looking, probably in his forties or fifties and dressed in navy blue from top to bottom. My eyes met a badge on his sleeve reading Police Department, City of New York. I looked at his wrinkled face and it was gentle but as I saw his eyes I could tell something was wrong. My heart began to race.

This could not be happening. I kept on thinking that I was paranoid, that I was just imagining it, but the longer I searched the more I realized that this was a reality. I was nine years old, and my parents were away for the weekend, on some trip that I can not remember. In lieu of a babysitter, my grandmother, grandma Hetzel, had come from her city home to watch my brother and me. That is what she was supposed to be doing, at least. In the two minutes I had gone on a bike ride around our small cul de sac, my grandmother had disappeared into ruin air.