Moving To Houston Self Concept Analysis

Self-concept - our traits, attitude, skills and talents, and roles- is how we think and feel about ourselves. It is affected by our interactions, past experiences or change. Changes happen regularly, some good, while others are not; it could be something as simple as changing your pencil brand to something stellar like moving to another country. My experience with change is detestable; I disdain change, no matter how insignificant.
My mother was offered a position as a CNA in Houston. Although we have moved around quite a bit, we always settled down in small towns or cities, in peaceful sections where your neighbor was your best friend and always helped out someone in need; from supplying sugar to providing emotional support. Moving to Houston

from a small town,Mission, was an enormous change for me, living in massive city was peculiar and distinct. Houston is a beautiful place, but had its major downfalls. A Bountiful of things were different; schools lagged or were advanced academically, people’s personality were distant or cold, and payments were greater. We relocated from a gorgeous home to a shafty apartment building. My mother sustained two jobs; struggling to pay rent. Unlike Mission, where neighbors would help our or the landlord would give breaks, Houston was hostile; it’s motto ‘on your own’ was displayed profoundly. One Monday morning, my mother approached food fair, and upon entering through the double doors, an attacker with a gun tried to raid the cashiers, unsuccessful the man held a woman hostage. Around this time, the police had arrived, and took care of the situation. Thankfully, my mother escaped without a scratch[I didn’t learn this until last year]. The environment was antagonistic and threatening, my mother assured it was time to move.
She contemplated moving back to Mission, but, in the end, she determined we would move to New Caney, where she was recently offered a position. Being a twelve-year-old and naive, I rebelled against my mother’s decision, tired of obeying her every whim with moving around. Again, it was a different environment, new school, and mom had a new job, but New Caney had captivating aura that enticed me when I arrived. It wasn’t massive like Houston, which I loved, and everything was nearby. School was refreshing and fun, but I still turned towards books. People were more amiable and approachable, however I wasn’t that social. That’s when Emily, Elise, and Savannah came along, and accepted me. If our group was together, getting into trouble is bound to happen. At home, I became more organized, and obtained a short-fuse from my older brother, Jesus. Then, Infinity ECHS came along, and continue to help me with my future, and even though it is a lot more work, the end result is worth it.
Although I disdained moving, it has altered my perspective on myself. It has taught me that my future is important, and I should strive to have a good future for myself. I am in control of my own fate, and I shall not slack off.