When does the heart know where home is? I wonder if I should I start calling Las Vegas, Nevada home now. I’ve traveled back and forth from California to Las Vegas since I was a child. I can remember at the age of thirteen my family and I would take family weekend trips very often. By the age of seventeen I was forced to move to Vegas for 6 months right before my senior year of high school started. Since it was my last year of high school my parents decided to let me go back to California for the last three months and graduate with my friends. Since I wasn’t eighteen yet, I forced to go back to Las Vegas right the day after graduation. I started to like living in Las Vegas, I was able to get a job right after graduation working at the McCarren Airport at Hudson News Group working as a sales associate, I didn’t have to stress too much about traffic or gas and if I wanted to I could move into my own place and offer it. With all those positive factors that still couldn’t keep me away from California. …show more content…
The job wasn’t what I wanted to be doing but it was able to get my mind off not being in school, not having my own place and again being back in Las Vegas. At the end of 2007, right when started to get comfortable and used to being back in Las Vegas, I was told yet again that I would be moving back to Las Vegas with my family in Palmdale, California. That seemed to be the worst news I heard and the worse decision for myself. Although I would have loved nothing more but to move back to California but Palmdale, I knew that I wouldn’t be happy. Sad to say, I was right, very right! I became lost again, very suicidal and nothing seemed to go right after I moved back to California. My only option was to visit Las Vegas as much as I could. I began to refer as having an affair with Las Vegas, Nevada as I broke away from
Bright sunshine to frigid snow, all within hours of travel. A place for everyone, all ages, all cultures, all types of people. When choosing a place to live, we decide on the one that pleases us and our busy lives. For those who enjoy constant activity and sunny warm beaches, California and Florida tend to be on their list. Once learning all that California has to offer, they will jump on the decision to pack their bags and head for their new home. California offers exploration and something new every day. “If they can’t do it in California, it can’t be done anywhere.” -Taylor Caldwell (Fun Quotes about California by Stephen Frank, www.capolitical news.com)
Starting off, California has a huge drawback of have various natural disasters. Down in the south coast of the United States, they get assorted earthquakes, wildfires, and droughts. These mean more expensive insurance payments. Henceforth, the cost of living is high and I would be far away from my family in Canada. California’s living costs are 50% higher than average prices and the USA does not have free healthcare, plus I would have to take a plane or long drive to visit my family. Finally, in California there are more crimes and tons of traffic. Since California is very densely populated there is obviously going to be more crimes and plenty of
My youth pastor pulled out of our church parking lot at three am in the morning loaded down with a bus full of twenty four teenagers including me. We were off at last head to Colorado Spring Colorado, little did I know, our bus was going to fall apart this very day.
I moved to California three years ago from Maine. I really like it here. But when my husband and I start a family, I want to move back. Quite simply, Maine is a better place to raise children than California.
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.
Conversely the expense of living in California is ridiculous compared to many states, but I believe that's a factor to look in while residing in any urban metropolis. Therefore, if you wish to live in California and don't have a spectacular job then in my opinion you should live in the outer metro areas. Personally, from experience it can be cheaper and there's less traffic to deal with. Briefly put, California may have its niches, but nonetheless it’s an amazing state that provides a cozy Mediterranean climate, a rich complexity of social butterflies, a conglomerate of healthy appetizers from different ethnicities, and an eccentric indie scene that delivers entertainment.
We lived way out in the sticks in a trailer park community it was a nice community my uncle had lived there for many years. Its 2007 and I already took and passed my GED with flying colors I needed to find a job and I really didn’t know much so I asked a friend of mine who worked for this guy named frank. Frank had a business where he would install granite counter tops and tile floors he was looking for someone to help remove and install the counter tops and tile. I was nervous I had never done anything like this before I was only use to either cutting grass or construction jobs with my dad that only pertained to nailing wood and sheets of plywood up. I had worked for frank for about a year and a half before I had to quit I missed California too much I wanted to move back I missed the warm air and the smell of the dairies and that breeze from the ocean air when it hits you I missed all of that so I moved back and I moved in with my dad. I have had a few jobs in my life that didn’t last very long either the time wasn’t right or whatever but I ended up getting hired at the Walmart distribution center and it was a blessing in disguise because now we can get by. Even though we still have to live paycheck to paycheck we can now not stress as much as how we were going to make it work, how we were
Where is home? Home is West Virginia, where spring flowers grow, summer nights are cool and calm, and fall leaves change colors as they blow across the ground. The three things I love most about West Virginia is the beautiful seasons, the recreational activities, and the fact that all my family live here. West Virginia is a recreational state, filled with beautiful seasons and strong family values.
When you are a military spouse, moving frequently is common, which makes finding a place to call home difficult. Colorado was where I was born and raised. However, Texas was home to me. I enjoyed the warm weather, and how I was only a fourteen hour drive from home. While living in Texas, I learned a lot about myself and grew as a person. I had a great career opportunity managing a 240 unit apartment complex, I had good friends and enjoyed everything Texas had to offer.
Old people have always broken my heart. I think this sympathy and love for the elderly stems from the deep affection I had for my great grandparents. They were the center of our tight knit family and always come to mind when I see an elderly person, which then reminds me how much I miss them. This was especially true on my recent trip to Las Vegas.
Have you ever looked off a gigantic cliff? Now imagine traveling 30 miles per hour on a bike with curvy roads with enormous cliffs on your side with no rails. This is exactly what I did with my family when we went to Colorado. From the hotel we drove to a bike tour place to take us to the summit of Pikes Peak. After we arrived at the building we saw pictures of how massive the cliffs were, but what terrified me was the fact they had no side rails. This observation was thrilling as well as terrifying. It was an odd mix of emotions, but I loved the adrenaline rush it gave me. My dad whispered to me, “ This will be absolutely horrifying”.
Later that day a lady came storming into the room shouting, “they are ready for you guys!” I was in my last bits of energy and falling asleep. The last thing I remember was leaving that nasty, smelly room and getting on a truck. From there everything else is history, we crossed the border without being caught and met up with one of my aunts, in Arizona. Then, traveling to Oregon in where we would start our new lives. The ride from Arizona to Oregon was fascinating and it all seemed out of this world to me, there were buildings, cars and trees, all in which I had never seen before in my life back in Mexico. It all seemed too good to be true, was I in a dream. The most thrilled I had was when I saw my old man waiting for us at the door of our
Another reason that people moved to California was so they could move on to a better place.
That was just that start of it but things began to look up. We found ourselves jobs out in Weed. It was a very nice place. Nice people and nice scenery. One day we went out and he saw a lady wearing a red dress so he touched it and the girl screamed so he couldn’t let go. She ran away and he skirt was torn and she told the people of Weed that he raped her so we had to run away and hide in farms irrigation. We waited till night and left. We were back on the road to find yet another job. We found this place out near Soledad. So we got a coach there but the coach dropped us of 4 miles away from the ranch. We were expected to be there the night before and arrived there the next day in the late afternoon. When we got there and the boss wasn’t too happy about that but got on with it and took our names down. We began work straight after dinner trying to make up for any time we missed.
The place where I would like to call me second home is located all the way down in Savanna Georgia. I can remember way back about nine years ago in the summer of 2008. The plane ride was a long and hot, and I spent the whole ride playing on my PSP. When I got off the plane I remembered walking through the freezing cold Savanna International Airport seeing all the flags of different countries hanging from the ceiling, but then taking one step out of the airport front doors looking for the car services that was rented and feeling the crushing 100°F heat and deathly humidity. But it is all worth the painful heat to spend time in the beautiful city.