Personal Narrative: My Journey Back To Florida

’’Hurry,get in the car,’’my sister yelled.’’We’re gonna be late,’’yelled my little sister as I was walking down the stairs with my bag almost falling off my shoulder.I was so excited to go to Florida. My trip to Florida was the best because it was exciting and amusing.I went to Magic Kingdom and Animal Kingdom with my family.It was really fun and we also went to a couple disney stores and other cool places in Florida.

Have you ever gone to a place to visit? Where have you been? What did you do there? I would like to go back to Florida, because last time I was there I was very little. My grandma and grandpa use to live there. In Florida there are lots of places to go and lots of things to do. My favorite things about Florida is fishing in the Gulf of Mexico, the different animals you can see, and the warm weather.

In recent days I had the opportunity to go back to North Carolina for a few short days. There, with a heavy heart from a loss in the family, I had nothing else to look towards. I’ve always heard of individuals finding peace, faith, blessings, and love of Christ from attending church. I’ve never been a person who put their faith into a higher power. As I was growing up my parents never wanted to force me into any religion without me knowing everything about it and choosing which route to take on my own. As the years treaded on, I never bothered myself to learn about the many different religions and what each stands for. So I used this opportunity as mine to attend church for the very first time. I attended the Roman Catholic services held

I pray all is well with you and that you’re staying dry this weekend. I wanted to write to you just to be open about life for me right now. We had a conversation a few weeks back about me moving to Miami, FL and as time has passed I am more convinced that it is important that if possible, that I should make the move. As a disciple of Jesus Christ, my purpose in life is to seek and save those that are lost – to share my faith and help those who desire live for God to do so. I have been asked by my church (which has been my sole support since moving to Gainesville) to move to Miami on a supplemental mission team to help strengthen the church that was planted about one year ago now. I have prayed about this multiple times and each time I ask God

I was 9 years old when my mom came to with a question she had. She made it sound really serious, I thought something horrible happened. When she finally got to the question it turned out to be amazing! She asked me if I wanted and was okay with moving to Florida. Of course me being 9 thought it was such exciting news. I obviously said yes, but a few months later made me regret my decision.

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.

"Stop asking questions!" my mom had told my brothers for about the one hundredth time. We were in our family minivan on our way to Florida. My mom and step dad would not tell my younger brothers where they had planned for us to go. I could see Bailey and Lucas Jr.'s ( We call him LJ) frustration and boredom as we passed the "Leaving Louisiana" sign. Though I knew we were going to Florida, I didn't know exactly where or why. My mom, Tonia, sat in the passenger seat; the entire ride all I saw was the back of her reddish-brown hair. I could see Lucas', my step dad, light hazel eyes in the rearview mirror hanging in the middle of the roof. The two youngest, Bailey and LJ, sat in the middle seats, and Timothy, my other brother, and I sat in the

My Father is an Air Traffic Controller in the military and he had been given word that he had been given orders to move from Elmendorf AFB in Anchorage, Alaska to Eglin AFB in Niceville, Florida in two months. I remember when my parents told me that we were moving. I was sitting in the living room with my sister when my Dad and Mom came and joined us to break the news. Once they sat down I could tell something was wrong, I could feel my heart racing and the temperature rising. Once they said the words, “we are moving to Florida” I could feel my heart sink because that meant going to a new school, new friends and no more spending time with my family. Alaska was my home and I never thought we would leave. I was scared for what the future held, but I had no idea that it would make such an impact on my life and shape me into the person I am today.

About me: Growing up in Miami Beach, Florida, I’ve had a different perspective on demographic issues, the political process, and local politics than most. Currently, I am a junior at Miami Beach Senior High School where I am an avid participant in the National Speech and Debate Association, my school’s Student Government Association (SGA), and United States Grant Committee. Something different about me is that earlier this year I started a political action committee (PAC) called Teens for Teens. As the youngest director of a PAC in the country, I have definitely had some interesting experiences that other 16 year old students don't experience too often.

From an early age, I have been torn down and everytime I tried to get back up it seemed like I would never be able too. I came from a small island called nevis in the british west indies where my family was dropping dead and leaving me with nothing. From a young age I had to strive to better myself and help myself because no one was going to do it for me. I have came from the bottom and made it to the top just to be thrown 6 feet under. But now I stand here in front of you all, which shows that even the greatest of struggles could not and will not keep me down.

My love for the great state of Florida began when the first time I heard the name. I was in the first grade at Far West Elementary in California. It was just like any other ordinary elementary school day. Until when my principle walked in into my classroom and she introduce a transfer student named Tim. She had asked Tim a few questions, one of the questions was, where did he move from? Tim answered, with a big smile on his face Florida. Everyone in the class got really quite, and looked at him in amazement. That’s when my best friend Bryant started to explain to us, that’s where Mickey Mouse is at Disney World. All the way through my elementary school years, I had a fascination with the state of Florida. That’s when I told myself I’m going

I knew moving to a new state half way across the country would change my life, but I wasn’t sure how. Little did I know this move would change my life for the better. It was Mid afternoon on December 26th 2011, my dad had just dropped me and my siblings off at the airport to go move halfway across the country with our mom to Colorado Springs, Colorado. We had walked into the airport knowing there was no turning back. The floor glistened as if it had just been cleaned. So clean I could see my reflection staring back at me as if it were saying “this is it.” We began to walk toward the security check. Which by the way is my least favorite part of going on any trip. Nobody said a word. My sister Devon, my brother Ian. Not a sound. We had successfully

After working at a few jobs, I decided to move to Miami. In Miami, I worked at a nonprofit when one day I had an injury (I twisted my ankle). While recovering, I was watching some YouTube videos and stumbled across your commencement speech at Carthage College. Your speech motivated me to pursue an LLM in Tax Policy, because up until then my plan was to pass the Texas bar exam and move to Texas, and after watching your speech, it gave me the necessary motivation to follow that what makes me most happy, helping businesses succeed. As a result, I decided to attend the LLM Tax Policy program at AU to get the tools to get a better grasp of our current tax policy and what would be the best way to change these policies to help business across the

I’m coming up to the two-year anniversary of the day I received my invitation to move to Florida. I thought about blogging something sappy about all the people I love and have grown to love since that experience, but I decided to write this instead. On July 30, I’ll probably still utter words about coffee shops, sunsets and road trips in celebration all my experiences with TWLOHA has given me, but today this felt right. Today, I felt like it was time to talk about finding my voice. Because, in essence, it was about this time two years ago that I began to find out what this expression truly meant.

Making the choice of escaping from your comfort zone into something that’s entirely unfamiliar to me has definitely broaden my perspective of how growing up can be a challenge, especially when it’s done alone. Being in a comfortable environment for the past eighteen years has brought me nothing but joy and happiness. I appreciated Miami’s dazzling palm trees and the fresh ocean breeze, however, despite my affection I have towards my beloved city, I did have the urge to break away from my home and attempt to do something out of the ordinary, and that was making the decision of going out of state for college. Now, my reason for leaving Miami was not because I was ‘sick of it’, on the contrary, I enjoyed the vast culture Miami had to offer, from