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My dad’s job often moves us, and I usually love it because it’s a chance to start anew. During the beginning of my junior year, they moved us to Minnesota, and I was not excited at all. After sitting down as a family, we decided that it would be best for my mom, siblings and I to stay in Virginia and finish high school there, as we attended one of the best schools in the state. Ultimately, my dad had to move to Minnesota by himself, and this was very difficult for me because our family unit was growing stronger, so splitting up was like pulling teeth. I was worried about my dad having to live out there alone, and with MN being miles away, we would rarely see him. The main thing that got me through was God. I was so distraught, I didn’t know
When I was nine years old, my parents, two siblings, and uncle decided that it was time for us to move from Missouri up to chilly Massachusetts. Both my uncle and father were construction workers. There were so many projects in Massachusetts, it was sensible for us to move. Financially, this was also the solution to our money problems. All around we were all very excited for this move, all except for myself. About halfway to Massachusetts, I had a gut feeling that this was a bad decision. Upon arrival, I felt like a fish out of water and, I was. Everything was so different compared to how Missouri was.
It was a beautiful, sunny day in South Florida. I was six years old, playing by the pool with my new puppy. I loved swimming in the pool almost every day after school. I also enjoyed going out on our boat after school or crossing the street and going to the beach. My father came home one evening with some interesting news. Now, I do not remember exactly how I felt about the news at that time, but it seemed like I did not mind that much. He had announced that we were going to move back to my birth country, Belgium. I had been living in Florida for five years and it was basically all I had known so I did not know what to expect. I had to live with my mom at first, and then my sister would join us after she graduated high school and my father finished settling things. I remember most of my earlier childhood by watching some old videos of me playing by the pool and dancing in the living room. It seemed like life could not get any better. However, I was excited and impatient to experience a new lifestyle. I realized that I could start a whole new life, make new friends and learn a new language. Belgium was not as sunny as South Florida but it has much better food and family oriented activities. Geographic mobility can have many positive effects on younger children, such as learning new languages, being more outgoing, and more family oriented; therefore, parents should not be afraid to move around and experience new cultures.
The day I moved away, a lot of things were going through my young mind. As I took my last look at my home, I remembered all the fun times I had with my family and friends through out my life. Now I was moving 800 miles away from all of that with no insight on what lied ahead for me. As my family and I drove away from our Michigan home, I looked out the window wondering what Virginia would be, and what my friends were doing. A lot of things were going through my mind at the time. At the time my main worry was if I would make any friends, and how I would adjust to everything. During the whole drive down, my mother would often let me know that everything would be all right and I would like it. Trying to be strong and hold back my tears, I just shook my head no, wondering why we had to move so far away. Life would be different for me and I knew it would.
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My heart was beating and my hands were sweating. My teacher asked me a question and I wanted to cry. I didn’t know how to say my response in English and was afraid of the other kids making fun of me because I thought my accent was too strong. All the students stared. “Just answer the question” one girl murmured. Every day I’d sit in the same seat without talking. And even though I had spent a month in the same classroom I felt uncomfortable being there. I moved to the United States from the Dominican Republic when I was twelve. I knew the word for “mariposa” was “butterfly,” and I knew how to introduce myself, but that was about all. Some people would even become frustrated due to the fact they couldn’t understand me, or the other way around. Knowing how they felt about me not being able to communicate made me want to shut myself off from them.
When I was five, I moved from Chicago to Dallas. I didn’t completely understand why we needed to, because I thought we were doing just fine in Illinois. Moving meant that I’d leave behind friends I’ve known for years. I’d lose Sam and Cecilia, who I hung out with at preschool and roleplayed as Pokemon during recess. I’d leave behind Ana, whose mothers were the kindest I had ever met. I’d never say good morning to Miss Eva ever again, who would always play Yellow Submarine on her guitar, and all the kids would sit in a circle, listening to the song. Leaving the people I was growing up with behind would leave me distressed. In the end, I had no say in the outcome. At five years old, I didn’t comprehend the reason why my family had to move and would throw tantrum after tantrum to convince my parents that we should stay. That didn’t work. After all the tearful goodbyes, My father packed as much furniture into his black Camry Toyota as it could fit, had the larger furniture brought to Dallas by movers, and herded me and my three year old sister into the car.
I first learned how to drive when I was fifteen years old. I am now twenty-one years old and extremely grateful to have the privilege of driving my own vehicle. My experiences of learning how to drive were quite easy, but challenging at the same time. I first got behind the wheel of my father’s Chevy Silverado pickup truck parked on the curb of our neighborhood, with my father in the passenger side. As I buckled up my seat belt, my palms sweating and my heart racing because I was so nervous yet excited to finally get the chance to learn how to drive. It was time to put the vehicle on D-drive, when I pressed on the gas a little too much so the truck wanted to take off, but my father had yelled, “wait!” and I had slammed on the brakes. “Yikes”
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I can easily say that the University of Colorado-Boulder is the perfect place that I can see myself achieve success in my architectural engineering career, the place I would call home for the next four years, learning and making friends. Throughout these years I know I will be able to make a difference throughout society and not just be a number or a statistic.
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It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I believe that last time we spoke was in August of 2016. Wow, been that long, yet it feels like just yesterday we were laughing at each other dancing. I write to you to finally settle this once and for all because it seems to have just lingered into tension. You broke me; you caused me to forget how to love. Since the day I met you I was never the same; I became different. It started right at that party for our team when I decided to play air hockey against you; that’s where it all began. From that moment I was trapped in a prison of pain. The pain of never being enough for you; a pain of every decision I made caused disappointment in your eyes. You controlled me every action, emotion, and thought. I guess love
In March of this year, my parents told me that my dad was ready to retire from his job and so they were considering moving our family out of Maryland. My first reaction was it might be fun to move to a new place. It would be an adventure. We had lived in Maryland my whole life and maybe it was time for a change. But then, I started thinking about school and all of my friends. I knew I would miss my church group friends, my friends on my track team, and my friends in my neighborhood. Most of all, I was afraid that my family and I would choose the wrong place to move to and we would be stuck there.
During my senior year in high school I was in the process of deciding where I wanted to go to school for the next four years. My mother was working downtown at the time and would always joke and say I should go to Metro because then we could ride the bus together. Of course I was a teenager and so I automatically shot that idea down because I wanted to experience being on my own. I decided that I wanted to go to Colorado Mesa University in Grand Junction, Colorado which was about a 6 hour drive from my hometown. My mother has always told us that her and my father would make sure that they are able to provide the opportunity for each of us kids to go to the university of our choice. Due to this fact my mother respected my decision even though she was not so thrilled that I would be so far away. As moving day came closer and closer I got more nervous about my decision, but I knew I could manage living on my own. Finally moving day came and I had already had all of my stuff set up in my room and it was time for me to leave for my first floor meeting at my dormitory. As I said goodbye to my parents I felt sad knowing I wouldn’t see them for two months and even at that it would only be for two days. During the first few weeks I felt a little bit homesick and it was definitely a bit of an adjustment for me. I had on my mask until I was able to make some
Considering that my dad and I had an off and on relationship with me during my childhood, moving with him was awkward. However, I knew that I was in a better environment. I still had resentment from my past against him. My father and I talked, and I forgave him for 17 years of absence and inconsistency.