Personal Narrative: Moving To Rural Italy

Moving from the South to the Midwest was a huge change in my life. For my whole life I grew up to the southern hospitality and the tang of salt in the air since the beach was always less than 5 minutes away wherever I lived. Now I moved to a place where they flip you off to say hi, and the closest thing to an ocean is a sea of grass that seems to go on forever. Although I am now adapted to the change for the most part, it took me awhile to break in to the social norms of an average Midwest kids.

During my time here at CSN I’ve had a few extenuating circumstances arise while in school which took away from my performance in my classes causing me to either fail or withdraw out of courses and eventually be placed on SAP suspension. My mother was a single parent for a number of years and once I graduated from High School she asked of me to assist with bills in the home since I still resided with her, so I began working for Moneytree which to my surprise was very time demanding and at the time I was without reliable transportation and a manager who was not very flexible with my school schedule. Then in 2010 my family and I became homeless for some time due to the recession which caused my sister to lose her job in 2008, and then my mother in 2010. This left me as the sole provider for my family since I was the only one working full-time with the ability to work additional hours if needed due to the demand of my employer at the time, and my position within the company. Then in 2013 my father who resided in Illinois was diagnosed with Bladder cancer which led to me traveling to

If growing up in New York City has taught me anything, it is the gift of optimism and to never give up on your dreams. Even at twenty two while being withdrawn from university, I am still always learning important new life lessons and new things that improve me, and make me not only stronger as a business person and entrepreneur, but my own humanity and existence as well. Being in my own corner of the country can feel disorienting at times, especially when visiting family in other parts of the states. It feels like you are given a brief glimpse through a window at a completely different way of life, despite being relatively close. I feel the next step to learning more about my self and giving me even more of a strong edge is to complete my

4,097 people. That was the population of Centralia Missouri in 2011. Moving had never been an issue for me, when your dad is in the military you get used to it. This time it was different than any other time. My parents were divorcing and my mom was forcing me to move to a town with only 4,097 people opposed to my home in Virginia with 225,401 people.

Before I moved to Canton, I lived in Wethersfield CT. One day during late summer when I was around 6 years old there was a bad thunderstorm. It ended up turning into a storm with tornadoes. My dad was in the middle of mowing the lawn and suddenly came inside, which is unusual because he likes to finish what he starts. When he came in he said that the sky didn't look right. My mom stood near the stove making chicken salad sandwiches with a worried look on her face.

On October 5, 2010, my mom made the permanent decision to move to Iowa from Indiana. I was very nervous. I knew I had to switch schools, I had spent three years at that school getting to know everyone and getting used to the school, but now it was time to leave not only the school but also the state. While on the road, I couldn’t concentrate. We’ve been to Iowa numerous times so I knew the drive quite well. I ended up going to sleep by worrying myself so much.

I remember that i was five and my parents decided it was time for a change. They had decided that we were moving to Indiana with my dads family. They told use it was going to be a good change for all of us. My three brothers Jose, Monico,Luis and I didn't want to move. But since we were kids we had too. The hole way their i was crying,because i didn't want to leave. I was going to miss my family and the church people.

I don’t remember much, I just remember not wanting to leave. The place I would be spending the rest of my life I had only visited a few times. I, only being two at the time, was absolutely terrified of moving. Moving. It seemed like the worst possible thing that could’ve happened then. At first, when we left, it felt the same as the last time I had gone there. Then the realization that I would be gone forever kicked in, and the fact that this time, my dad wasn’t coming with us. Just my mom and I.

On 06/19/17, a t12:00pm, I Deputy Warden N. Christian was dispatched to 3251 Miriam Drive South on an injury-possible dangerous or vicious dog. I arrived at the location and was advised by The Columbus Division of Police (CPD) that the victim is being transported to Mount Carmel West Hospital (793 W State St) for her injuries and dog owner resides at the above location. I exited my vehicle and approached the dog owner. I spoke to dog owner Alex Kriglowitz and his wife. I asked Mr. Kriglowitz what transpired. He explained he was mowing his lawn and opened the side fence to mow the side yard. His dog was in the backyard. Mr. Kriglowitz completed mowing and forgot to close the gate. Mr. Kriglowtiz went inside the house and the next thing

This summer, I moved to my current place of residency, Quincy. I traveled across the ocean from Tirana, Albania, to explore and experience new opportunities such as soccer, with a new team, but also begin a new type of education in an American high school. While living in Albania, I never had to help pay the bills, and life was easy because the cost of living was so low. However, when I moved, I began to realize that living in America is more challenging than I expected. I discovered that the cost of living is high and I needed money to have fun with my new friends. Therefore, I decided to look around and applied for a job at Abercrombie & Fitch Kids. I got the job and spent most my summer working at Abercrombie & Fitch. The mind-numbing act

I grew up in Brooklyn, specifically a neighborhood located north-central of the borough. Living anywhere else but the city and genuinely enjoying your experience is viewed as very rare, from a New Yorker’s standpoint. This place of joy and ridiculously high rent has bright lights, cliche tourist attractions and notorious public transportation. And yet, this was my home, somewhere I believed I would be destined to spend eternity in. To my surprise, in late June of 2013, I was forced to relocate to suburban New Jersey, which came as one of the biggest shocks of my life so far. Devastated, and absolutely heartbroken by this change of atmosphere, my life felt like it was falling apart. Unbeknownst to me, it would turn out to be one of the greatest

In 1986, I dropped out of college to relocate to Florida where I worked a couple years, got married and had 2 boys. I formed Oceanview Landscape & Irrigation where I was the owner/operator and designer of Landscape Installations. This business served its purposed by allowing me to work around the family and contribute to our finances. I sold that business and unfortunately my marriage came to an end. I re-entered the corporate world for a previous supervisor and had the opportunity of a lifetime by working with some amazing professionals on the design for the restoration of the Everglades. Unfortunately political cutbacks affected my employment. I returned back to school for

not want him to move to Pocatello. I didn’t want him to take away my stepmom, my brother Zander, and my sister Kyrie. I didn’t want him to take my family from me, I was really close with my stepmom we did things together all of the time and I was Zander and Kyrie’s nanny so I was really close to them they felt like my children, I am the one who started their potty training and worked hardest at it, I am the one who was able to get them into bed at night and I bought them things all the time, took them places and cooked meals and treats for them. I was with them most of the time and I was their favorite sibling, they told me all of the time. Then the next Sunday when I went to my dad’s house it was no longer a question, even though he knew how badly I wanted them to stay because I didn’t want to lose some of the few people that I was close too, he said that they were moving to Pocatello and he accepted the job in Idaho Falls.

Italy is very different then America. I didn’t picture Italy anything like that in my mind before I went. There wasn’t very many grocery stores, I didn’t find one until the third day that I was there. The buildings are very close together and I thought that everything looked the same from the outside and were very difficult to tell apart from one another. But when I happened to find the store, inside wasn’t big at all, the stores were called “mini marts.” It wasn’t really for kids but there isn’t many kids in Italy to begin with. Mostly it was an in and out kind of store. I wasn’t sure what kind of things were their popular items, so it was difficult to tell how they organized the stuff. One store that I went into, had lights around the selves

If I was a European thinking about moving to the New World, I would base my decision based off the images and descriptions that were available. One of the images that would deter me from migrating away was a piece of artwork done by Jacques Le Moyne. His picture entails a group of natives who are trying to fight off a fearsome looking alligator. Theodore De Bry describes them plunging a pole into it’s mouth and turning it around so they can stab their stomach. He goes on to say that the natives have to watch out for them day and night because of how frequent they appear. Since I don’t really know how to defend myself against such creatures, I would be afraid to live somewhere where danger is constant. I also would not want to deal with vampire