Jacob I had landed in the airport about three hours ago but it seemed like days since I was in the warm sunny weather of the southwest United States. I was forced here because the rest of my family had moved here. They all hated the warm weather. When I came here, I was unprepared for the time change. Three hours ahead. I had a wonderful life out in California. I fit in being around six feet, tan and, dark hair, not a care in the world, easy job that got me enough money to live, nice house just for me, I had everything I wanted. I left the airport to get a rental car. I had nothing else to use as transportation. On my way to my family’s apartment, I saw this beautiful lot on Gibb Street I think.Tons of plants, and vegetables growing. Best of all though, people were enjoying themselves. …show more content…
Instead of going to my new home I journeyed to the nearest Home Depot to find some seeds. I was hoping they’d have carrot seeds. When I lived in California, carrots were my favorite. Sure enough, they did. When I left the store, it was nearly dusk so I headed to my new apartment on Gibb Street. The next morning, I walked right to the garden. I started to look around for a place to plant. There was only one other person there. I went over to him and asked him who he was. He responded, “My name is Curtis, what can I do for you.” I said I was wondering where I should plant and if he could help me. “How about right over here,” as he pointed to the left of some tomatoes. “I really don’t know how to plant either,” I told
I got to experience living in two different places. They were both very different but, at the same time they had some things in common. I got the privilege of living in Mexico for about three years which was when I was five and once I turn seven I moved back to the United States where I had to repeat first grade. Living in Mexico and living in the United States was great but, the value of money, the language,and the weather were some of the situations that could be easily compared and contrast.
many complications and crimes within. I was happy that I grew up here because I
close friends, and a stable job. Life was very easy and interesting for me. But living here,
It was a dark stormy night John and I were talking about improvements that could be made on the house. We were very poor we had the most ramshackled house in our town. John thought that we should work on adding on to the house but that would get rid of my Marigolds. Just thinking of that takes me back to the day I planted those beautiful plants. It was a warm sunny day that day. Oh I remember that day like it was yesterday. The Marigolds were the only beautiful thing in the whole entire town and they belonged to me. That day was probably one of the very few happy days of my life. It all began when a package arrived on my doorstep no address where it came from nothing. It kind of surprised me that someone was this generous in this small disgusting town. In the package seeds and a note appeared. The note read “ A little something to spice up that tasteless town of yours” and the seeds were Marigolds. Also on the note instructed proper care and instructions on how to care and plant the seeds.
A few months before all of this I was pleased with my calm life in a local city of Taiwan. I settled there at the age of two with my family, and things were going well so far. Because I lived there for ten years, the longest time that I ever spent living in one place, I had made really good friends and was not looking forward to any significant changes although my mom had told me a long time ago, we might move to USA to settle with our uncle and grandma. My mom also told me that the other reason we move is for a better education and life there but I was not listening at that time. I thought she was just joking around because my brother and I have always expected to have a vacation to other countries. By the time I finished my first year of middle school I knew that this was nearly impossible. My family was already packing up, cleaning out the house, and reserving four airplane tickets to USA.
Looking back four years ago, I would never imagine myself being in the place where I am today. As years passed by, I became a typical American kid. I have a part time job, going to high school, hanging out with friends. America has truly changed my whole well being. I communicate, made friends, and learned. I can certainly say that I found my new home. I am glad that we moved but I will always miss my family and friends in the Philippines. If we had not moved here, I would have missed out on all of the experiences that I have had and all the friends that I have
Coming to America for the first time felt as if I was riding a bike for the first time, difficult. I was forced to face many challenges that would prepare me for the American lifestyle. Although it was like a dream come true I knew it was not going to be easy. In the Dominican Republic many of us dream to come to America. The idea of being able to come to a country and having the ability to live in peace, comfortable and have a job to take care of my family was more then we could imagine. I had the opportunity to move to the city of Worcester located in Massachusetts during the month of January 2001. Upon arrival I instantly felt the harsh cold weather in which I was not prepared for. The skies were full of grey clouds and
The rectangular garden ran parallel to the fruit trees that defined boundary of the Fayreweather’s yard. The apple, plum and cherry trees bloomed in the spring and yielded fruit in the summer months. To the right of the garden, was Ginger’s coop, and to the left, a large garden shed.
When I first moved to America I had many difficult, but positive life changing experiences. My parents, five sisters, four brothers, and I were all very nervous and excited to start a new life. I had many life changing experiences when it was my first time in an airport, starting school to learn a new language, and moving to Lincoln, Nebraska.
About 9 years ago on July, 2008, my family moved to America to reunite with my grandfather, and to seek better living opportunities. That day was the beginning of a thrilling but equally terrifying journey for my family. That day I made a conscious decision of making my living experience in America a positive and rewarding experience for my parents and their hard works.
I pulled into the driveway of my house and parked my car. I grabbed my coat and bag and opened the door. When I got out I instantly began to smell the sweet aroma of the long rose bushes making their way out of our fence and into the world of our driveway. I was so captivated by the fall breeze, and the beautiful smell of fall in the air that I didn't even know that I was to the door. As I snapped back into reality, I looked up and I was standing at my doorway.
During my flight to America,I reminisced about the luxurious lifestyle I had: food, freedom, toys and asked myself if everything was going to change.I came from a middle income family to a low income family.My life changed when I got the news from my mother that were moving to America.I was nine years old when she announced the news to my brother and I. I was anxious and happy about the news because going to America mean I get to see my father.I only had a glimpse of my father as a child.Ecstatic to see my father for the first time, my face filled with excitement and joy,but my heart was aching as I abandoned my loved ones behind. Everything seemed to be hazy at the moment as my childhood,friends,and family members fades.
Suddenly, something unexpectedly guided me to the path I should choose. Thoughts about how caring the lady had been when she had planted me, and how she had told the air she couldn’t wait to see me grow. I couldn’t stand to let her down. Why should I? I made up my mind. I was going to persevere and become a plant.
Exhausted and relieved to get out of that hellhole, we headed straight back to our dorms, but I was still unsatisfied. I went back to my dorms and did some more research and found out why the botanical gardens were so neglected. It was apparent that volunteers and donations drive or fund a majority of the Botanical Gardens. So it’s important to note not to judge a book or in this case a place solely by it appearance because there you can always be a piece missing from the puzzle.
From the front, it looked normal enough. I wandered in past the unattended outdoor register and into the usual towers of annual trays -- petunia, impatiens, salvia, and so on -- the same seventeen brief and predictable thrills that scream from annual-towers everywhere. Behind them, a small display of cactus, unlabeled but neat. Behind that, the beginnings of a jungle of larger containers. Along the side of the property, a large unkempt man drove in a golf cart with a tree in the seat beside him. The proprietor.