Three Years Until The End Of A Fresh Start, So Don’T Unpack!

1740 WordsJan 4, 20177 Pages
Three years until the end of a fresh start, so don’t unpack! This aphorism was the epitome of my childhood. My father was in the United States Navy, and we moved around a lot. During my adolescents I never actually called any place home, though some may find this heartbreaking (not having a place to call home), but I found it to be a blessing. These blessings came from all sorts of things (i.e. the exposure to different cultures, classes, and traditions), which I wasn’t able to fully appreciate as a child. However, in retrospect, as an adult who has been educated on the strengths of being exposed to different cultures. I am now able to appreciate the multiculturalism, which has personified my childhood. Additionally, the privilege of…show more content…
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