Personal Narrative: Moving To Fox, Oklahoma

Moving from the South to the Midwest was a huge change in my life. For my whole life I grew up to the southern hospitality and the tang of salt in the air since the beach was always less than 5 minutes away wherever I lived. Now I moved to a place where they flip you off to say hi, and the closest thing to an ocean is a sea of grass that seems to go on forever. Although I am now adapted to the change for the most part, it took me awhile to break in to the social norms of an average Midwest kids.

grew up in Chicago, Illinois, a beautiful city surrounded by violence and controversy by the media. I found things more simple when I was kid growing up here, there wasn't much to worry about but as I got older things became more complex here. The sounds of the " L "' or as you know it as, The Train, and the roaring sounds of cars passing by my house made me feel alive while growing up and as a matter of fact still does. You could wake up in the morning and see the vibrant blue skies being pierced by the skyscrapers and see other kids playing ball or riding their bikes. When it was summer time I would play ins sprinklers or go downtown and play in the fountains with my family. Of course, like most big cities I had to watch my back while growing up because you never knew what somebody was up to. It's weird really growing up here because you never know what's going to happen next , wether it's a good thing or a bad thing. All I can really say about growing up in Chicago is that if I had the chance to redo it, I'd do if a million times.

Do you remember when you were a kid, there was that one place that always seemed so amazing, but once you got there you were so disappointed? When you are a kid, a disappointment like that seems to be a big deal. Well when I moved to Texas, it was just that. The worst place I have ever tried living, was in Bethel, Texas. There are numerous reasons that make me say this including, the excessive oil drilling, how spread out each town is, and how god awfully ugly it was. I would never recommend going there. I moved there, and within a month, I came back home. Even if I think of it as a Vacation, it still was a horrible experience.

When I arrived in Dallas, I was legitimately surprised to see that people in Texas were normal. They were not all wearing cowboy hats and boots with pistols tucked into their belts. I was ten years old, and I had just become accustomed to life in Missouri, right after leaving to Texas. Previously, I had moved from Albuquerque, New Mexico to Missouri when my dad’s job relocated us. Then, my dad quit his job and decided to pursue his dreams of owning a cattle ranch because his job had asked he relocate us to White Plains, New York. While his worst nightmare was being forced to live in a crowded, bustling urban municipality, mine included simply moving again.Visions of tumbleweed and desert haunted me the days following his announcement. This

Texas born and raised means a lot of things, but for me it means diverse. As a child, I grew up in the southside of San Antonio and attended a Catholic school which contributed majorly to how I act now and has impacted how I view others. However, in the 7th grade, I moved to the Texas Hill Country and learned a plethora of contradictory views. This has led me to form my own opinions on what is right and wrong and meshed city and country life to create a well-rounded, diverse Texan.

I moved to Yankton, South Dakota when I was 6. I moved from Kearney, NE. I was really excited to move into a new house and a new town. Yankton is smaller than my old town it's also farther away from all of my family. For the most part I like yankton, most of the people are really nice. Since there is nothing to do in Yankton besides shopping around town in little stores, or going to a movie, or even going to dinner, or just driving around, my favorite thing is going to the lake and the bridge. There for my favorite part is definitely the lake. I love the trails and the beaches and everything down there. It's so peaceful and beautiful it's just a great place to get away. I like my school too, I mean sure it has its ups and downs but in reality

Where one grows up affects their lifestyle and character; one’s surroundings shape his or her outlook on the world. Many people always say when growing up in the city one will be used to a diverse, hasty going, and exhilarating life; while growing up in the country one will be used to a deliberate, steadier, and bucolic life. Although moving to Mississippi was a dramatic alteration, I can explicitly acknowledges the menaces–death, robberies, and fights–encountered growing up in the city. Therefore, moving to the south may have been a better alternative involving my physical well-being, regardless of the many emotional struggles. Moving down south to Mississippi from Illinois showed me the struggles of coping with racism and prejudice people,

4,097 people. That was the population of Centralia Missouri in 2011. Moving had never been an issue for me, when your dad is in the military you get used to it. This time it was different than any other time. My parents were divorcing and my mom was forcing me to move to a town with only 4,097 people opposed to my home in Virginia with 225,401 people.

Before I moved to Canton, I lived in Wethersfield CT. One day during late summer when I was around 6 years old there was a bad thunderstorm. It ended up turning into a storm with tornadoes. My dad was in the middle of mowing the lawn and suddenly came inside, which is unusual because he likes to finish what he starts. When he came in he said that the sky didn't look right. My mom stood near the stove making chicken salad sandwiches with a worried look on her face.

In 2011 on a very cold December night, my dad told me something that I will never forget. My siblings and I were all sitting in my fathers very out dated apartment, eating hamburger helper and watching a movie on his small 32 inch t.v.

I moved to Burns Flat when I was twelve. I came from Phoenix, Arizona, the big city. Going from that to a town that I can walk around the outskirts and be back home in thirty minutes was a massive culture shock for me. Everything was so much different. I actually had friendly neighbors and grassy lawns instead of the frightening gangsters in the apartment next door and the concrete jungle beyond my front door. In place of smog painted orange by street lights at night, I was greeted with a starry night sky I had only ever dreamed of seeing. It was here that I realized the world had so much beauty just waiting for me to bear witness to.

Dear Mom and Dad, After our first trip to Oklahoma you two immediatley fell in love with the animals, how much space there was, and the oppertunities. On the long thousand mile ride back by car, you both talked and talked about wanting to move to Tulsa, Oklahoma. Us three kids didn't know weather to be okay with that or to be sad. our entire family is in Arizona;we all knew was we were going to start knew lives. In 2014 we the letter from carver right as we were heading out the to door to go get groceries, mom opened the letter first looking in shock she gave it to me; I read it as fast as I could to get it over with. I don't know what happened; but there ws screaming, hugging, and Monze asking "Mom did she get in? Mom!" Getting accepted was

My second semester, I had gotten used to my new life in Colorado. I realized that I was able to grow, and make a foundation of support for myself; with my advisor, friends, and co-workers. I made a stable home, where I am able to focus on my studies. My brother was out of the hospital, and my father was stationed in a federal prison in Texas; my focus did not have to be on my family. I understand, that I have to continue to take many more steps to improve my standing at Colorado State. I will continue to use the tutoring programs provided like TILT, office hours, and study groups provided by professors. I started to use TILT after work for Physics 121, and Math 161, knowing that I did not have the greatest knowledge on those subjects. TILT

I believe it's better for someone to grow up in a small town. I do live in a small town and I love it. I feel like everyone needs to be apart of that small town family environment. Know one wants to be in an environment that you're always rushing out of an apartment on the 7th floor trying to catch a bus to go to your school or to your parents work. The big city got so many lights at night it’s almost impossible to see one star in the sky. Now when i'm at my house I like to go outside on the porch at night and just relax and think about how my day went. Thank God for everything he has given me and that he keeps it this nice even when I grow up and get older, I'll enjoy the nice warm weather and go work on my truck or go do some chicken chores

I had grown very attached to our place in Washington and was very sad to leave it. That would be the seventh time my family moved since I was born. Moving upset me everytime, even if I wanted to move something always held me back from moving forward. But I could not let my family down and I knew it was for the better.