Personal Narrative Essay: Moving To The United States

Many people are raised up by the idea that the society they live in always needs more adjustment, and other people around them are not always friendly. I am also one of those people. Since I was little, I was taught by my father not to trust anyone around, and not to pay too much effort into any kind of relationship. Even though I might not necessarily agree with him, I still followed his advice for years. However, I always ended up feeling lonely and depressed.

Humans rarely change their ways; they stay in their own worlds and always interact with the same types of people. Unfortunately, this habit often creates unseen barriers that divide and alienate human beings from one another. In Luis Alberto Urrea’s book The Devil’s Highway, Urrea provides a personal perspective to immigration by telling the story of 26 illegal immigrants, known as the Wellton 26, who are abandoned as they cross the Mexico-U.S. border. Through their story, Urrea proves there are invisible borders among people that create prejudice, such as language, ethnicity, and economic status. By reading The Devil’s Highway, it is clear that these barriers must be broken down to ensure harmony within society.

Moving to America took a huge toll on my family. My mom had to leave her husband behind, and move to a whole new country to raise her two children as a single mother. She had to leave her job, her friends, and her family to once again become a full-time college student. This change had an immense effect on my life. Over the last four years, I have had the extra responsibilities of taking care of my younger brother while my mom spent endless nights studying to be on top of her classes and keep her full scholarship at Broward College.

When I first moved to Mexico I was 15 years old; I had everything in D.R, friends, family, and sport, a life I really enjoyed and was really happy with it. I had always thought I was going to spend the rest of my life in my home country, since I was born there, but I guess I was wrong. I didn’t make it a big deal because I knew I was still going to be with my family, and family is everything. It was my first time going to Mexico and have a completely different lifestyle so I was pretty nervous. As soon as I arrived Mexico, I was completely shocked; All I saw were buildings everywhere; I was used to seeing land everywhere and animals right in front of my house.

For as long as I can remember, my childhood was one memorable aspect of my life. My environment motivated me to be a survivor and adapt into whatever situation I found myself in because of the constant movement that happened in the busy city I grew up in. I was born and raised in the western part of one of the biggest countries in Africa known as Nigeria, a pretty large state known as Lagos. I resided in a popular city known as “Ikeja”. It was a busy place where every person had to worry about their means of survival because as much as the city had its positive sides, the negative sides took a lot from the citizens because of the corrupt government.

As a teenager moving to a new country with a different culture, different language, and being thousands of miles away from everyone I grew up with was not an easy change, however, that was precisely what I did in January of 2013 when I came to the United States with my father. My whole world changed since, and shaped my way of thinking. From learning English, adjusting to a new culture, experiencing my first snow and finding my way in my new country, my life has been an exciting adventure. My parents brought me to America almost 5 years ago to have a better life, and to get a better education.

The first eight years of my life, I spent in India where I was born. Growing up I was constantly reminded by my parents that I needed to make them proud by getting a good job and living a good lifestyle. They told me this because they did not want to see me live a hard life like they did. When I was nine years old, I moved from India to the United States of America. The reason why I moved to America was not because I was living a bad life in India, it was so that I could have a better education and more opportunities in life.

I used to have this grudges in my heart when everything go hard that would made me wanted to blame my parent. But I can’t because I was not raise to think that way. When I come to America, I was eleven years old and no one asked me if I wanted to come it just happen in a second. I was in a cold place with extended family that I never met before and that one person who raise me and made me feel secure was still back in the country. I had to lived months without her and next thing you know I adapted and convince myself they are doing this because the wanted the best for me.

At the age of____, I left everything behind in Armenia and migrated into the United States of America to start a new life. Even though I love my paternal land and do not forget where I come from, the fact that I could pursue a career and become a productive member of the society encouraged me to move to America. To my great misfortune, I was persecuted for being politically active in my own country and I could no longer fight with the authorities for violating my civil rights. I had the potential of facing more dangerous situations than I was already in at the time. I am my parent’s first child

I. Introduction Many experiences can come from walking on foreign land. We can learn the language, enjoy the cuisine, take in the culture, etc.., but how can one get a sense for a country 's government or legal system at ground zero? Although my sense for Mexico’s government is in hindsight, today I’m able to draw a line between the dots that represent my experiences and the once reality of political life in Los Estados Unidos Mexicanos. I have fond memories of my early teens which included going on family trips to my grandfather 's ranch in Puerto Pensaco, a city at the northeastern part of the state of Sonora. I can remember

As I ponder over my life, each memory seems identical to the other, and I find myself drifting through a reality of similar events that generate the same memories and emotions. Looking back further into my childhood includes memories of my homeland. I remember entering a new world at the age of five, where all of my later memories would be formed. This was when my family moved to the United States from Peru, my native country in the South. The complete change in culture and values truly impacted me when I first moved to Florida, and I reflect over the significant effect it has had on my character during the last thirteen years of my life.

Mexico has been my home since I was born; for 17 years I have been amazed by this culture, all the colors, flavors, places and even the people. What we all hear about Mexico is how badly things are going on here, corruption, killings, the disappearance of 43 people, drug dealing, caos. Nevertheless for mexican citizens who are stucked in this country have no other choice but to try and find the beauty within all that mess, by seeking the spark that makes this country keep on moving. In this occasion I share with you Mexico in perspective coming from a 17 year old, who has no option but to stay in school and be a good daughter but manages to find some light within the darkness of the crime that surrounds her, the bursting culture

My Journey to America Moving from Nigeria to the United States permanently feels great, but at the same time it is sad leaving some of your loved ones and family behind. There are many events in life, which can change one’s way of thinking. As for me, one of the major changes in my life occurred when I moved from Africa to America. This change has entirely affected my personality positively. Why?

Medical school is an investment of time and energy, which requires numerous personal sacrifices and endurances in order to gain a return. Commitment is nothing I am a stranger to. Raised in a family that emphasized the importance of attaining a quality education and striving to be a better person, I have learned to challenge myself, balance my time, and make sacrifices. My parents did not attain professional degrees, yet they immigrated to the US with the commitment of gaining a better life and raising capable children. Witnessing their commitment, has inspired me to be dedicated and has taught me to never give up.

Migration is the movement of people moving from one place to another. In this essay, I will be writing about why people internationally migrate. There are several examples and I am going to write about migration from Mexico to USA. Mexico is a country which is located in North America and it is bordered by the United States, Belize and Guatemala and to its west there is North Pacific Ocean. The United States of America is located in North America and it consists of fifty states.