Personal Narrative: Longview, Texas

The company I work for is First Texas Homes, which is a private owned new home builder exclusively in the North Texas and Houston area. I office out of a model home inside one of the communities that I work in. The model home office includes myself, a new assistant and our manager who is the community sales consultant, Mr. Evans. Mr. Evans is the community manager so his responsibilities include, selling lots to clients for our company to build them a home, start a home to sell while it’s in the construction process, manage the community, manager the buyers who are on a contract, develop strategy to get new buyers in the door and problem solving, among many other things. I am Mr. Evans community coordinator and designer and some of my responsibilities

That day came sooner than expected. My student picked a oad from south texas to the Los Angeles area. He made an excellent choice except for one reason. That reason was that load couldnt deliver early, adn it gave us a week to go just 1400 miles. We had disacussed those thigs before, but he made a mistake and we dealt with it. How, well we stayed in south texas for three days, partying at night across the border in Mexico, and sleeping it off at the terminal each day. Then we left for California. This was his trip, and I was just a buddy riding with him. He called all the shots, you know, where and when to get fuel, meals, breaks, and all the rest. WHe said he was ready, but he failed. WHy did he fail, because he was doingquite well until we

My mind will often wander to all the places I've lived in and all those I would love to travel to, or visit again. I think of the streets of Santa Fe, how fresh it would be compared to the over 100 degree temperature of were I am now, the hot dry heat of El Paso, Texas, a place I often come back to, the soil were my roots are permanently ingrained. El Paso has grown significantly in the past 10 years alone and is now the sixth most populous city in Texas (World Population Reviw). It's far from it's days when it was widely known as “El Chuco,” or “ChucoTown,” nicknames whose origins and meaning have long been debated, but no matter how much of the new generation is unfamiliar with these terms the history lives on through the streets and current

I did not know anybody. The closest person that I knew was a six hour drive away, not even in the same state as me. The day that I moved to Texas was the day that I left my sense of security behind – everything I had ever known was taken from me, and having no say in this discouraged and frustrated me. Being part of an expat family accustomed me to moving, but this time it was different. The transition from living in Qatar to living in Texas physically and mentally exhausted me, but, with the right skills and resources, I was eventually able to overcome it.

I was raised alongside my brother in the suburbs of Denver, more specifically, the city of Highlands Ranch. Whether the residents of Highlands Ranch care to admit it or not, it is one of the least diverse areas in the country. It is mainly composed of middle to upper class conservative white families where the most change they’ve had to deal with is to that of the seasons. Don’t get me wrong, Highlands Ranch is great place to live and an even better place for a kid to grow up in; its safe, full of resources, and an all around pleasant area. However, concerning diversity and the open-mindedness of the area is lacking. Thus I am extremely lucky to have had the parents that I did, for the lessons they’ve taught my brother and I concerning how to treat others different from ourselves were especially valuable.

During the summer I moved to Houston with expectation of a bigger and better life. In this I met a man, his name was Chase and he was tall and very handsome. We exchanged our information and continued to stay in touch, as we talked we began to develop feelings for one another. The passion grow between us, the good and the bad and I felt as though it was something that I couldn’t get with anyone else. Chase understood me and seemed to know everything that I was thinking before I could even form the words to say my thoughts. We spent endless nights together and I felt completely safe in his presence, but he was poison and I didn’t know it yet. I was warned by my very good friend Jordan that my feelings toward Chase would soon

Texas born and raised means a lot of things, but for me it means diverse. As a child, I grew up in the southside of San Antonio and attended a Catholic school which contributed majorly to how I act now and has impacted how I view others. However, in the 7th grade, I moved to the Texas Hill Country and learned a plethora of contradictory views. This has led me to form my own opinions on what is right and wrong and meshed city and country life to create a well-rounded, diverse Texan.

When I arrived in Dallas, I was legitimately surprised to see that people in Texas were normal. They were not all wearing cowboy hats and boots with pistols tucked into their belts. I was ten years old, and I had just become accustomed to life in Missouri, right after leaving to Texas. Previously, I had moved from Albuquerque, New Mexico to Missouri when my dad’s job relocated us. Then, my dad quit his job and decided to pursue his dreams of owning a cattle ranch because his job had asked he relocate us to White Plains, New York. While his worst nightmare was being forced to live in a crowded, bustling urban municipality, mine included simply moving again.Visions of tumbleweed and desert haunted me the days following his announcement. This

"Insert quote here" -Person. I moved to Texas when I was five years old to be closer to my dad's family. My parents, my sister, and I moved around a lot. My sister and I would jump around from school to school. (Insert more about life.) The word (...)

The most difficult time i have faced was when I moved from Texas. I was born in San Antonio, Texas and I lived there for about 6 years. San Antonio was so much fun just because y enitre famly lived withing 10 minutes of each other. Then, we had to move to Midland, Texas, that move was not very hard just because i was so young so i was not ery attatched to things and people around me, besides my family. We lived in Midland for about 4 years after that and it was my favorite town. The people the energy of the people there was so awesome I loved it. Then one day we got the call that had to move again. We were already pretty far from our family and so to learn that we had to move even farther was devistating. So thats when we had to leave the state

Living in Dallas Texas is not so bad. I lived in an apartment building that was not so big, but the worst part was that there were tons of roaches. So we decided to move to Frisco.Also my dad has a job there. As the last few days of school came we started packing. It was hard because my brother was giving a hard time to my Mom. On the last day of school we left to go home. We had a scheduled flight to Puerto Rico to visit some relatives. After we came back we went to Houston to visit my cousins. They stayed with us for a month in my house, then after days of packing they left and we started packing. We did a lot of shopping P.S I HATE SHOPPING oh and P.P.S. I only like shopping if it's for me. We had most of the stuff in backpacks & suitcases,

Have you ever had to travel for 9.5 hours or more to a destination you've been dying to go to? Sadly I have, and once we arrived in Texas it was all worth the lengthy car drive. While my family and I were driving to Texas my brother had to go to the bathroom every five minutes it seemed like. My family and I did so many fun things in Texas with my grandparents. Unluckily there were also some tragic events that happened. The vacation was as fun as a great trip.

Texas is the place that I love the most. I can do anything I want as long as I do not get in trouble with my parents. Every time I go to Texas I always have fun with my cousins. I have lots of family members in Texas that I do not know about yet. Someday I will meet all of them if I go back to Texas one day.

For the past thirteen years of my life, I have grown up in one of the smaller towns of the Rio Grande Valley. I have had fierce competition and a sub-par education. However, do not let this deter you from accepting me.

About a month ago I graduate at Jensen Gymnasium Västerås in Sweden. I had a thought of a road trip in the U.S, so I talked to my friend Elisabeth, who lives in Texas. I asked her if she wanted to go on a road trip with me and she said yes.