Personal Narrative: Moving To Fresno

I have lived in California for the entirety of my life. While widely known for its beauty, California is much more locally known for its twisty, turny roads that traverse mountains, the pacific coast, hills, valleys, deserts, and forests. Surrounded by this environment has allowed me to develop a passion for travel and nature which has inspired me to work toward further developing and restructuring modern transportation methods such as trains, buses, bridges, and roadways. I believe that I can contribute to a future where faster travel allows people to spend more time interacting face-to-face and I plan to effect this change by pursuing a career in civil engineering and rallying for better environmental protection programs while educating myself

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.

And I also remember the day, when my parents informed me that we were moving. The plan was to move out from the clustered city of New York, and shift into the suburban setting of New Jersey. As a young child, I was startled and not sure if I was ready to be able to commit and abstained the thought. The thought of leaving my friends and the place where I grew up in all my life, irked me emotionally. With a new city, came a new house and a new environment.

Growing up in Southern California, I was surrounded by coastal culture, which has influenced me in many ways. No matter whether I lived in San Diego or Ventura county, I was never more than ten minutes away from the beach. Every weekend, it seemed, my dad would take us to the beach as family so we could play in the water, build sandcastles, catch hermit crabs, see the tide pools, and most of all, spend time together. I was enchanted by all the beach had to offer. Every sandcastle built was a palace for a hermit crab and every tide pool a thriving community. Whenever I stepped into the water, my imagination would run wild. Despite how often we went, I always enjoyed our days at the beach.

It was April of 1999. My family was at home. Children were running outside. The asphalt was burning. Cars rolled up to the entrance of the apartments and BANG. I grew up in Stockton, California. Surprisingly, as a minority, I wasn’t really a minority. There were, in fact, a large and diverse population of Asian-Americans. But, Stockton is not the ideal place to live. It was hot and dry, almost to the point of a drought. Stockton was also ranked as the one of the top 5 most dangerous cities in California. So, having a nice and safe family is kind of difficult. Eventually, my family decided to move to Crescent City, California when my dad retired. It was a world of difference. There were trees, plentiful water, and a nice cool temperature. This

Me and my family decided to move to Oregon all the way from New England I decided to keep a journal for the adventure we have to pack before we leave though my 18 year old son Bernard told us to bring his xylophone and I Charles Marvin Ives wanted to bring an anvil in case I need to fix or make anything with metal or use our spare parts we brought even though I have no experience as a blacksmith because I'm a farmer. My wife Samantha Packed the bacon, salt, and whiskey and we all had to lift the water keg. I decided to bring my shovels and hammer and some salt for the bacon. We're bringing pots and other cooking utensils as well. My oldest son, Carl who's 20 years old thought it was a good idea to bring a plow. We will also need some firewood

It was pouring rain the day I moved to Tennessee, which reflected exactly how I felt on the inside. One week before my Junior year of high school, my parents decided to relocate the family six hours away from where I’d lived my entire life—a decision that was not supported by all those involved.

Type your answer in this box. Ever since I moved from San Jose I knew my life would change forever. I moved to Temecula California only for a temporary time. We stayed with my moms friends for a while, her name was Vhergie, she was a kind person, she has 3 little kids and a boyfriend. The first couple of weeks were pretty good, I got the know the kids a bit more, talk to auntie Vhergie, and even her boyfriend Czar. We got to know the place of Temecula very well and adapted to it.

It was early in the morning when we got to my aunts house. I couldn't believe that we were in Elkhart,Indiana. Its was a big change for all of us. But it wasn't bad like we all thought , we start school on that Monday. I think what made me scared to move to Indiana, it was the part to learn English. But i wasn't that bad like

I don’t remember much, I just remember not wanting to leave. The place I would be spending the rest of my life I had only visited a few times. I, only being two at the time, was absolutely terrified of moving. Moving. It seemed like the worst possible thing that could’ve happened then. At first, when we left, it felt the same as the last time I had gone there. Then the realization that I would be gone forever kicked in, and the fact that this time, my dad wasn’t coming with us. Just my mom and I.

Moving to Atlanta was a massive milestone that helped me with a lot of personal growth. I know that might not be as amazing as winning the lottery, but to me it was. Moving 20 minutes away from your old home doesn’t sound that bad right? Not until you find out that you are now living in a new district where you are welcomed into a new environment. That includes going to a new school, being in a new neighborhood and basically starting all over. My mom wanted to get away from the crowd and live in a home with more privacy. This move made me learn how to adjust to new settings.

not want him to move to Pocatello. I didn’t want him to take away my stepmom, my brother Zander, and my sister Kyrie. I didn’t want him to take my family from me, I was really close with my stepmom we did things together all of the time and I was Zander and Kyrie’s nanny so I was really close to them they felt like my children, I am the one who started their potty training and worked hardest at it, I am the one who was able to get them into bed at night and I bought them things all the time, took them places and cooked meals and treats for them. I was with them most of the time and I was their favorite sibling, they told me all of the time. Then the next Sunday when I went to my dad’s house it was no longer a question, even though he knew how badly I wanted them to stay because I didn’t want to lose some of the few people that I was close too, he said that they were moving to Pocatello and he accepted the job in Idaho Falls.

Throughout my short life in Southern California, I have encountered a multitude of different natural disasters, strange weather patterns and a shift in climate. There have been three distinct phases of my life in which the occurrence of all of these can be found.

Vicky Chang. I was raised and born in Fresno. My parents and oldest sister immigrated to the United States in 1978 and settle down in San Diego for a couple of years before they decided to move to Fresno to be closer to my relatives and for more resources. I have 3 sisters and 3 brothers; I’m also 7 years apart from my closest sibling. My oldest sister is the only one, other than me to have earned her bachelor’s degree. She is currently a special education teacher in the FUSD. She is also married to my brother, whom is science teacher in a middle school in the FUSD and they have 3 kids. My second sister is separated to her husband, whom was in the Marine; they have 3 kids. My third oldest sister is the only sister I have a great relationship

Moving to Oregon was quite the adventure for me. The difference between Korea and Oregon was enough to baffle my young curious mind. From language to scenery, the difference made Oregon all the more fascinating. My earliest memory can be traced back to a car ride on our way to a new home. The crispy dry autumn air flowing through my hair as I stick my head out the window. The crunch of the dead leaves as the car drives on. The crisp autumn air steeps in my lungs as I breathe in the fresh air. Smells of fresh pine wafts around the tree-dense area, a big difference between the polluted air of my birthplace. Once we arrived at our house, I’m was taken back by the sight. Unlike our cramped apartment in Korea, the scene that was in front of me left