Personal Narrative: The Change Of Life In San Diego

Life in the middle school and high school was not easy for me. I had become an introvert, I still didn’t know how to be social, and I had very few friends. I was teased for being very quiet, and some people insinuated that I’m scared of fellow people. On the other hand life at home was difficult. My mother had become so bitter and pleased her was next to impossible. She became very harsh with my brother and me, and we were always scolded for even the smallest mistakes. Once in a while, my father would come for us and take us to the city he lived. I would look out of the windows as we drove out of town and would imagine how life in another city would feel like. I looked at the skies, and all I saw were promises of a better future. All my life I had lived in San

The culture, by which I had been brought up, made me not fit in into the society in San Diego. I could not redeem myself here because all who knew me already had a perception of me. I already had a perception of myself too, and I felt all I needed was a change in environment. I felt I did not have an identity here; I was simply the person that other people perceived me to be on the outside. Deep inside me, however, I felt I was a different person, an outgoing, social and fun loving person, but all this had been bottled up by the life I had been brought up into and the experiences I had along the way. I needed to have friends; I needed to redeem myself and to do this I needed to interact with people from different places other than those that I had already been used to. I also needed to feel a sense of independence that I had never felt in my entire life. My mother still believed we were little children, and she treated us as so. She still insisted that we go shopping with her, and this would be embarrassing since boys my age would go out by on their own and wouldn’t have their mothers buying for them