Time To Move

Growing up I lived in the small town of Duncan, Oklahoma; although, not nearly as small as the town I currently reside in. Throughout my adolescence, I attended Mark Twain Elementary School and as I was ending the third grade, my parents decided that we should move to Fox, Oklahoma to be closer to my grandparents. Moving would bring big changes my way such as a smaller school, living in the middle of nowhere, and new ways of entertainment. Living in the country has its pros and cons, but I can tell you the only thing I could think of the night we moved out there was the cons. Eventually, I had grown accustomed to the silence, lack of traffic, and having nothing to do. Looking back I feel that if we had not moved to the country then I would

Moving all the way to Texas, has had a significant impact on my life. For the first time I was living by myself. Every decision I make is my alone. This was and still is a test of self-discipline. While my parents weren't overly controlling, there isn't any outside factor influencing my decisions. I, and

The environment in which I was raised was not the prettiest of sceneries, but it was filled with a lot of love. My family and I grew up in a compacted cul de sac with 5 houses each one broke down and very little no more than two bedrooms. Despite not the best living conditions the neighborhood was very peaceful and quiet. There was never no problems, fighting, or arguments between neighbors, we were like a enormous group of friends. One memory that I will always remember is when before my family moved to San Antonio all of us threw a barbecue just because it was going to be our last time seeing them. After that barbecue I realized that you can’t be happy until you love what you got. When we moved to San Antonio our family started having our ups and downs due to the fact that transitioning from state to state was hard.

When I was seven years old, my mother died of a drug overdose and my father went to prison for nine months. I always lived with my grandma and grandpa and they pushed me to excel in everything I did. They pushed me because they knew I began to comprehend that I was living in a drug filled house and community. They wanted more for me. When I was nine years old, my dad also died of a drug overdose. I was devastated. I felt like an orphan and I felt like an outcast. From then on, people in my community had awful opinions about myself, as well as my family. I made a pact that I was going to push past everyone's preconceived expectations for me and be the absolute best version of myself. As the years went on, I started to revolve my life around

I've learned and realized a key fact; there's more out there to know and experience than what I was always use to. Changes will always happen; it can either be good or bad; you can either learn from it or earn from it. I've lived in Guyana, South America with my family up until I was nineteen years old, then I moved to Miami, Florida with my eldest sister for college. Moving from one county to another was a significant change for me and if affected every aspect of my life. As I got acquainted with my new home and surroundings in Miami, I found myself reminiscing and comparing how differently I've lived in two countries in terms of; dependency and responsibility, characteristics of school, and freedom from dull routines.

Everyday we are individually affected by the people we interact with. I have moved homes twice, once at 9 years old and again at 14 years old. Moving to a new place can be extremely nerve-racking. At times, you begin to feel alone as you walk around an unfamiliar place and see unfamiliar faces. The second time I moved, I was going into my freshman year of high school. On top of dealing with being the new kid, I had to work my way through the big transition into high school. The first day of school I walked through the halls, paralyzed by anxiety. Every face and hallway was unfamiliar. I sat down in my English class, begging for the day to be over. As I waited for the teacher to begin, a girl behind me leaned over and said, "Hello, I'm Megan.

It all started moving to Sedona, Arizona after my parents got a divorce when I was three years old. I did not know much at the time what was happening but moving to Sedona was the reason why I am the girl I am today. Having a single mom, a brother and grandparents to call family was all a girl needed to be happy. I was independent, caring, and goofy when it came to friends and wanting myself to stand out from the. Having an Italian family made me appreciate what family can do and teach me to grow. Later Sedona became something what I use to know. Family started to pass, move out, and start new life’s in different locations of the world. So to me what

When I was little my family and I lived in a suburban area by the coast. It was a beautiful place filled with sunshine warm beaches and happiness. My life wasn’t the best back then I was always quiet and anti-social, pulse had little friends and family. But overtime I grew tired of

Throughout my experience with life adapting to a new place is always a challenge, from moving to another city or to another country, there bolted to experience new change from one previous one. For example, my family moves three times one from San Antonio to Beaumont, and last to Round Rock had in the past 5 or 4 years. In my case, the one event that has affected me much was going to high school

I grew up in a home where my mother made my sister and I move so many times I believe it was over 15 times since I was 3. I hated it so much having to switch homes every 6 months and trying to make new friends in the neighborhood was hard because every time I got close to someone and began having a good friendship I had to move . It

As a kid I grew up in a different state. When we moved away, my surroundings changed along with the poeple and culture I was used to. It forced me to adapt to a new set of surroundings, new people in a new place, and a whole routine.

Growing up I would be constantly moving between different cities, states, and countries, as my family would participate in seasonal migration. The couple of months that I would stay at any one particular place, I never allowed myself to make long term friends or commitments as everything seem to be temporary. When I was in ending middle school entering high school, I found myself familiarizing myself with Los Angeles as a permanent home base as my parents found assembly line jobs that allowed us to stay. As I began to enter high school, I found my self shifting between high schools as my family between living conditions but changing between Los Angeles regions was not as difficult transition as it was before between

The long buildup to one of my happiest experiences began many years ago, when I first started school. This experience isn’t just one single event that occurred in the span of a day, but a transition that took place over a few months. Even on my very first day of kindergarten, it was already clear to me that going to school wasn’t going to be something that I enjoyed. I was very shy and withdrawn, and the other kids weren’t at all interested in being friends with me. The kids in my class didn’t see my quiet nature as shyness, but rather as something that made me strange. I was often picked on and felt excluded. Even though I always had a close friend through all thirteen years of school, I always felt as though I wasn’t fitting in like I should have been.

I have always lived my life, hoping that someday I would finally fit into this mold that the world seems to create for people. I wanted so badly to be the normal child. A child who was able to think, react, socialize, and participate the same way that other children do. It has taken me many years, but I have finally learned that I will never be the cookie cutter person. Furthermore, when I was younger I wished and wished to be able to attend normal functions, church, or to create meaningful friendships with my peers. I never truly had that opportunity as a child. I spent most of my childhood a confused, depressed mess. However, I have grown up to be a well-rounded individual that has direction and purpose.

I was born at KNAPP medical center ,where all 16 of my other cousins were born surprisingly, and raised in Weslaco,Texas till I was 6 years old , I lived in a town called Progresso that was literally a couple of miles to our neighboring country ; Mexico. At home it was me , my father and mother living in one tiny house that would constantly demand something to be fixed ,whether it being pipes needing to be unclogged ,ceiling fixtures, or even fixing an air condition unit that would decide to hibernate in the middle of a hot summer day when it was needed most .Oh and who can forget the oh so delightful daily trips to Antarctica every time a shower was taken during the winter days . You can just say it was a bottomless pit that money would never fill since so much was going on in that house . But despite all the vexations and the sleepless grueling hot nights that came with living in my first house ,something did come out that would later evolve me to a better human being. Luxuries such as nice warm baths, the fresh ventilated rooms or even the comfortable top of the line furniture were foreign to me , so I learned to thrive with little to no high expectations and was always ready for the worst , and when it came to day to day living I learned to manage with what I had and make the best out of everything that was given to me at a very early age . I would later use this in life in everything expecting the worst and toughing out every obstacle that would be thrown at me .