Personal Narrative: Living In Colorado

California has always held a special place in my heart for many different reasons. I was born and raised in this state and although there has been many drawbacks to being Californian, it has always been a place of comfort for me. California has played a huge role when it comes to the person I am today and why I have such an open mind, love for different cultures, and my willingness to work hard for the so called “California Dream.”

Leaving my home in Hawaii and moving to Oregon was one of the hardest things for me to do. Maybe I would have felt better about it if my parents had asked me for my opinion before picking up our lives and moving to some place I had never even heard of before. I know I shouldn’t have cared that much. After all, I was only a 1st grader and even now my parents don’t consider how I’d feel before making decisions, so why would they then? At the end of 2007, I said goodbye to my best friends for the last time and left for Oregon.

Have you ever moved? I have and It’s hard, packing up and moving along with leaving any friends or family behind. Moving to a place you only visit once a year is, though, also I have only seen a small part of this state, the area by my grandma’s house. The summer of 20ll was a rough time. It was the year we moved from Florida to Kansas because my mom found a better job.

Unexpectedly, May was the cruelest month. I thought the snowy.mountain tops where beginning to melt off. I was wrong, and May had other plans. At lower altitudes it was rain, but above 10,000 feet it fell in the form of sticky, wet, snow. Winter was mild, letting on that Colorado would be passable by late spring, it was a hoax. Hikers formed into parties and attempted to hike on, only to be forced by the snow to turn around. We sat in town for days, twiddling our thumbs and pitching ideas around. On the forth day we came up with a solution. We stuffed a minivan with seven hikers and seven backpacks and headed to Wyoming. Our plan was to hike south, back to Colorado, connect our footsteps.

The most enjoyable,place that I have ever been to is Eagle Colorado. The reason I went to colorado was to visit my cousin Lou Ann,her husband Jason,and their kids Isaac and Ezzy. My cousin Lou Ann and her son Isaac were in town and asked my cousin and I would like to stay with them and we said yes because we were bored in clayton..It was a pretty long car ride but it was worth it after we got to Colorado.It was the most enjoyable place because of the beautiful weather,mountains,and kind people. I loved the weather during the summer because it did not rain or snow and it wasn’t too cold or hot.Eagle Colorado is a 6 hour drive from Clayton.It is also 135 miles west of Denver In 2010 the population was 6,508 people. The population of eagle has not changed much since 2010.

It all started in April 2012, when my dad got laid off from his job. In the beginning, we were all upset, but confident that my dad would quickly find another job, and we would be okay. And then a few months passed, and no one even wanted an interview. Then a few more months passed. He had gotten a couple interviews by then, but none of them ever called back. Things were starting to get desperate. Money was running out, and we had to resort to getting Food Stamps. Pretty soon, we wouldn't even be able to afford rent. Finally, when we were starting to lose hope, an old family friend, Red, reached out and offered to let us stay with him and his wife, Tracy, until we could get back on our feet. We were reluctant to leave, considering that we

By the look on my mom’s face i knew something was wrong. We were moving to Wyoming. We had to move to Wyoming because aparently the school cost way to much and there wasent another school in the town so the best move was to just move to Wyoming. I used awarness and understanding as well as morals and vaules to overcome it.

I was born in Ghana, moved to Virginia when I was four and lived there for twelve years. In Virginia, I moved and switched schools about six times by the time I was in sixth grade. As a result I had problems socially, but academically I managed to keep good grades. At the end of sixth grade, I moved to Colorado. When I got to Colorado, for seventh grade I went to a Catholic school in Aurora, Colorado, and eighth grade a charter school in Denver. I was accepted to Regis Jesuit High School for ninth grade, but wasn’t able to attend due to financial reasons. So I went to a school in Broomfield, Colorado for better education opportunities; it was at a rural neighborhood compared to the charter school in Denver. Going to Broomfield was an interesting experience; I lived in Aurora at the time, so I would have to drive fifty minutes to get to school.

Today marks 3 years of living in Cheyenne, 3 amazing years filled with incredible memories, many tears and unforgettable friendships. Usually around this time I would normally move to another state or even a different country, however this time it’s different I’m able to stay in the same vicinity. I have always been that person that use to dread socializing. When I moved to Cheyenne I was determined to not make the same mistake I have seem to make before in the past with a new location and new school. I physically put myself out there and forced myself to socialize, which was painfully hard at first, but totally worth it. I ended up participating in the Central Womens’ Soccer Program for the whole 3 years of my time at Central, and in that

I couldn’t wait to get to the powdery snow on the mountains. I love the feel of the freezing snow and the sound of the roaring wind going by me. But I had to drive to Colorado first on Friday. But when I got there I knew that I would have a good time.

Rain drops the size of Texas were falling, as I made my way out of my house. Why did it have to rain the day I decided to move? I had checked the whether forecast a few days in advance and the weather should have been a nice balmy 75 °F. But of course that was my luck. I had been planning this move for some time, and I thought everything would go smoothly (I was moving because I was going to attend Eastern Washington University). Instead the torrential rain was making me question whether I should reschedule my moving day. Putting all negative thoughts aside, I made up my mind to go ahead with the move. After all, I was only moving less than two hours away. Yes, I might be leaving the county I had lived in for the past 10 plus years, but it’s not like I was moving to Timbuktu. With a new positive outlook, I finished packing the rest of my few earthly possessions into my car. Everything seemed in place. I was ready to go.

One of the experienced that I am never going to forget is when I moved to California in 5 June,2015. This experience made me feel angry,and afraid. My experience began when I lived in Colombia-Bogota. In that time, I was studying Accounting and I was working at the Bank. My mom , she moved to California first taught me, and she had the possibility that give a changed to move with her, and give me a good future. but one day I life changed and I needed to take a decision that what I am going to do with my life?. Above all ,if I am really wanted to start a new life and learn new language and Culture. To begin with, I needed to change my main and accept my new situation. Second, I needed to think that this opportunity that will be good for my

Growing up in Montana was a truly remarkable experience. The locals in Missoula were very friendly and humble, in fact most Missoulians were willing to lend a helping hand if someone needed it. I went to high school in Victor, a small town where everyone was eccentric and closely knit like a family. We had a pizzeria that we would stop by for lunch called Cowboy Troy's. They sold the best gourmet foods I have ever had. Depending on the day they sold a variety of tasty foods such as fire baked pizzas, euros, crispy potato chips, and a dozen different flavored hot wings. Cowboy Troy's was half bar and half diner, so you could pick and choose your atmosphere if you wanted to.

It all started on a sunday evening in Germantown, Tennessee in the Smith’s residence. The Smith family was having a nice family dinner when Ethan Smith the father of two 13 year old boys put out the idea of going on a vacation. Ethan said to the boys, “You know your mother and I have been thinking and we have decided to go Colorado and rent a cabin next week.” The two boys were wondering why they weren’t going down to florida as they have done for the past 9 years in a row. So Jimmy asked that question to his parents, “Dad why aren’t we going down to Florida this year.” Ethan replied, “Well son we have done that to many years in a row and I want something new. Jimmy and Cooper our flight leaves tomorrow so you both better start packing.” Jimmy

A few years ago, I visited Colorado. I went camping and whitewater rafting on the Arkansas river. I was so amazed by the beauty of it all. When I left it was pretty sad, but I knew I'd have to come back somehow. During my junior year in high-school, our class was prompted by our counselor, Melissa Kuhlmann, to begin looking for colleges and/or universities to attend. I put if off for a while until the thought finally crept back into my head, so I looked for colleges in Colorado. I saw a few, but nothing stood out too much to me. Western State Colorado University was the final university of many that I found myself coming back to. The location and the gorgeous mountains were amazing as well. The academics astounded me, I was thrilled to see