I was jolted awake by the screech of speakers, bumping my head against the window I was leaning against. I lowered my hood, squinting in the sudden brightness, as the train compartment I was in slowly came into focus. I raised my arms above my head in a much needed stretch, a large yawn escaping me. The screeching of the speakers finally stopped as the Conductors voice came through. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we will shortly be arriving in Ballarat. Please check your seats and surroundings to insure you have all your belongings. Thank you." he said. Finally, I thought, as I leaned forward to get my backpack from under the seat. Shaking off the last bit of sleep, I stood up slinging the backpack over my shoulder as I reached up into the luggage rack to get my duffel bag. Thus equipped with the majority of my worldly …show more content…
I make my living as a Researcher. Basically people pay me to find information for them. Thankfully, I’m quite good at it. I had chosen to move to Ballarat after a few days of research and found it fit my criteria. It was a relatively cheap place to live, decent infrastructure, population just over 100k and it had history, being the site of a major gold rush in the latter half of the 1800’s and has the honor of being the home of the Eureka Rebellion, the only armed rebellion in Australian history. This was not my first time in the town as I had come here twice in the previous weeks to look around and find a nice quiet place to rent. The town, like most old towns, was a mix of the antique and the modern. Large stone buildings took up most of the real estate in the main part of town with the buildings getting more modern as you moved from the center. The place I had chosen to rent was only a five minute drive from the train station so it didn’t take long to arrive. I paid the cabbie as we pulled up to the house, grabbed my bags and exited the
Many folks go their whole lives without having to move. For them it is easy; they know the same people, have loads of friends, and never have to move away from their families. As with me, I was in a different situation. I grew up my entire life, all eighteen years of it, in a small town called Yorktown, Virginia. In my attempt to reach out for a better life style, my girlfriend and I decided we were going to move to Shreveport, Louisiana. Through this course of action, I realized that not two places in this country are exactly alike. I struggled with things at first, but I found some comforts of home here as well.
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Have you ever had to move to another state? If you have move to another state, I know how you feel. You might had have friends that you were really close to, but then it turns out that you have to leave them because your parents got a new job or something else happened. Well let me tell you my experience, based on why I had to move.
I get settled in and out. I get out of my clothes into new ones. I settle down, and I shortly go to sleep. The trip is over, and it was great.
Throughout my life I have been traveling to and from New York and it has pretty much became a regular part of my life. I have left and came back multiple times over the years, from going on vacations to moving for good, but the most significant time was when I was moving out of New York when I was a kid. My parents had a reason to move down to Philadelphia so they decided that’s what we were going to do. Since I was born here and spent most of my early childhood here, the thought of living somewhere else was strange to me, as it would for almost any kid at that age, and I didn’t really know how life would be like outside of the neighborhood where I’m from. The part of New York where I grew up at was very neighborhoody in the Bronx, everyone
James Henslin (2015) defines social location as “the corners in life that people occupy because of their place in a society” (p.2). Also it states that “sociologist look at how jobs, income, education, gender, race-ethnicity, and age affects people ideas and behavior.”(p.2).
Mom, dad I want to go to Seattle. I know you have heard me a bunch of times says this and you just look at me with confused eyes and say “Why, Seattle? Why do you want to go there?” And I always answer the same.“I don’t know.” I just know that I want to go there. There isn’t a specific reason only the desire to go there. I can’t tell you why I want to go there, but I can tell you where my desires for this city started. First when I heard the word Seattle for the first time, second from a T.V show called Frasier and the movie Sleepless in Seattle and last was why nobody else that I know wants to go there everybody wants to go to other citys but not Seattle this makes me desire to go there more.
As I waited for the 6 train, I walked to the spot to get on, calculated purposefully to the exit of my final destination stop. To ignore the homeless people in the way of where I am going, I turn my music louder, look down, and walk faster. Once I arrived at the stop, I grounded my feet at where I presumed the train doors would open so I will be the first to get on. As usual, I was the first to step onto the train. I went in slowly, snooping for a seat. As I looked down the row of people, like stalks of corn, I was pushed. Shoved into the train by hands clinging onto my shirt, I looked back in disgust. An old lady, arms still stretched from pushing me, looked back and mouthed, “Thank you.” Furious, I thought, did she really just thank me
“ I was from a small town, and nobody really expects you to leave, especially before you graduate, that just doesn’t happen.” (Taylor Swift) Hattiesburg, Mississippi, a city in the most poverty stricken states, ranked number 51. 44% of the population lives below poverty level, that is almost half of the total population. The median salary being 16,000, you’re lucky if you make more than that. The graduation rate from high school is at 76%. Higher education attainment is at a shockingly low 32.1%. My mother and I made it our mission to not be another disappointment growing up in the small town.
Every new graduated high school student wants to get out of their parents’ house. They want independence, and to feel like they are going somewhere in life. Well, that’s what I thought. Moving out was the hardest thing I had done so far. I had just graduated and was barely making any money but I thought oh well so many people move out this young I’m just going to have to work harder, maybe skip school this semester until I can get on my feet to take classes. I knew all too well that I wouldn’t be able to afford it on my own, so I asked my best friend if she wanted to live with me. Little did we both know that living with another person would be a very different experience then living with our parents. We had plenty of fights over messy rooms, the empty fridge, empty bank accounts, and annoying neighbors.
It was a breezy day in the summer of 1985 and after spending a week visiting my grandparent’s home in Sebring, Florida, I prepared for my first train ride home. Recalling many old movies I’ve watched with tearful lovers embracing on rain-soaked platforms, I carefully chose my train-riding outfit: a simple, tailored white dress, a pair of lace gloves reaching only to my wrists and a braided straw hat complete with a thick red sash tied neatly around the crown with an exploding bow draping down behind me. I settled into the back of my grandfathers Cadillac and my mind filled with visions of how my first train ride would be. Arriving at the station, I tearfully kissed my grandparents goodbye a bit more dramatically than necessary. As I strolled confidently towards the train platform, I felt like Audrey Hepburn or Ingrid Bergman and was quite certain many eyes rested upon my grace and followed me through the crowded terminal. Pushing open the heavy glas...
If you ask anyone what home means to them more than likely you’ll get several different opinions. In my case home has never been a specific place it’s always been wherever my mom was! My Mother and I have been moving from place to place ever since I could remember.
“Stay close to me, ok?” my mom warned as I hesitantly followed my family as we descended the stairs towards the subway. This was a new experience for me, the only subway I had ever been in was the sandwich shop. I was already overwhelmed by the noises and smells. The smell was like a full soccer team had just won their championship and were piled into their mom’s vans to go for ice cream, the noise as if a thousand babies screamed at once. My heart felt like it was racing in my chest as I flicked my fingers against my leg. The environment made me extremely nervous. My mother, noticing this, stopped and attempted to reassure me, adjusting her firm grip on my sweaty hand. As my family and I weaved our way through the giant masses of
Ever since I was little I have always wanted to travel to Australia because I’d love to see The Great Barrier Reef, it would be fun to see all the wildlife Australia has to offer, and I would love to see The Sydney Opera House. Firstly, if I would go to Australia I would like to explore The Great Barrier Reef. It would be an amazing life changing experience to go scuba diving at The Great Barrier Reef because, it is the world's largest reef system it's about 2300 kilometers long, The Great Barrier Reef is also 25,000,000 years old, and I also think it would be amazing to witness the beauty of it in person. Also, I would love to meet some cool animals like koalas, kangaroos, wombats, etc. I have always been a huge animal person and it has always
Suddenly I awake at the noise of sirens and people yelling my name. Where am I? Those words radiate out my thoughts but never touching my lips. Panic engulfs me, but I am restricted to the stretcher. “Are you ok?” said the paramedic. I am dazed, confused, and barely aware of my surroundings. Again “Yes, I am fine” races from my thoughts down to my mouth, but nothing was heard. Then, there was darkness.