With great despair I am writing this to you from a faraway country that I have moved to. How is Japan? Is everyone doing okay? I turned into a complete fool, it feels like I have no purpose in life and must harbor my feelings. Dreading to come home, I miss my homeland very much and being around people I love. Forced to work lengthy, bone-crushing hours being able to wake up late in a comfortable bed with a secure roof is like an aspiration here. Being very distinctive from Japan, the climate is very mellow and stays around the same temperature all year round. Smacking me in the face, my choices are coming back at me and, I feel very isolated without family. The work promised seemed very subtle and I could benefit from working there. However, I should have known it was too exceptional to be true, stuck doing rigid work six days a week, 10 hours a day. I wanted to bring back money from …show more content…
Yelled at from my luna or my supervisor, I have very insufficient time for rest and most of the time on the field I am working. Being very cramped, my house filled with people gives less and less space. As well as our the idea of personal space is not a something that’s very frequent here. There are multiple holes in the roof and fixing it is never a priority, we currently have a bucket under them when it rains. The walls are frail and unstable, which makes the room humid and muggy when the weathers hot. Currently, I am single, I do not plan on marrying soon for I aspire to return to Japan as soon as possible and a family would hold me back. When I am not working, which was mostly on Sundays, I mostly do the laundry and clean. Packed with dirt, by the end of the week the house is filthy and my laundry smells. However, when I do finish early I look forward to the traditions of the Japanese such as the Bon Dance to honor our ancestors in
Fear causes people to do irrational things as proved in history. In the era of american immigration the nativist politicians were scared. In the era of progressivism the textile factory owners were scared. During the industrialization period it was the average worker who was scared, rather than the factory owner like in the immigration period. When americans forced the japanese-americans into internment camps, it was the american people that were scared.
My body cried like a newborn babe, afraid in an unfamiliar place. Immediately, my fresh eyes were greeted by waves of black hair, friendly smiles, and the Japanese language. I had arrived in Japan. I did not know the language or the customs, but I dove right into the dark pool. I was determined not to let the unknown drown me.
My ancestors migrated so frequently, it is difficult to tell where our roots originate. From what we can tell, my family is mostly German, English, Scandinavian, and Jewish. I have relatives living everywhere in the United States from Arkansas to Pennsylvania to Hawaii. Spending most of my life in Hawaii, my family and I have adopted a lot of Hawaiian traditions. One tradition that I can remember is the 1st year luau.
I moved to Okinawa when I was eight months old and left when I was thirteen years. Upon my move I started my first year of high school in a place where I knew not a single person nor thing, similar to how my parents started their thirteen journey abroad. Walking through the entrance of my new school, all my preconceived notions about the school went out the window. The roaring in my ears muffled all the excited chatter as I worked my way through the dense crowd and up the dual staircase, stumbling on few steps. Waiting for the bell to ring to signal the start of the day, I came to realize that I was going to be on my own for a while, and that it would be for the better.
“Go back to your country.” Those five injurious words were tormenting enough to make me wonder if I was different, if being “foreign” felt different. The answer was yes. Hearing those words made me feel like an outcast. While growing up in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, I was surrounded by lovely parents, siblings and friends who looked out for me.
Growing up in Hawaii, the idea of community was always such a fundamental part of who I was. I have never looked at it from the perspective of how it benefited me rather how it benefitted everyone around me. Everything I have done from joining local clubs that enriched the Hawaiian culture to volunteering with the west Hawaii special olympics program have helped me become the person I am today. My family has had a huge role in making sure that I am involved with the community. They passed down their practices in paddling, environmental conservation of Kealakekua Bay and encouraging the people who need it the most.
The day seems like will be a pretty good day. I was in my school. The classes were finished for the day. That day we had quizzes and and the professor we let out soon. I was wit my friends we were laughing, talking, and joking .When
Ever since I was young, I knew that my mother did not have it easy when she came to America. She was a strong single mother, who could not speak English, living in a foreign land. Knowing that my mother had sacrificed everything she had in hope of establishing a better future and life for me, I had to repay her. My mother used to be a nail technician inevitably she had to endure ignorant remarks from customers simply because she could not speak English.
Ilviya Ravandi Susan Palmer Research Paper 14th April 2015 How Meiji Era changed Japan (Outline) Intro: (Write general info about Japan)Japan (日本Nihon or Nippon, or formally 日本国 Nihon/Nippon-koku) is located on an island that lies on the Pacific Sea and Sea of Japan, China, North and South Korea’s and Russia being its neighbors. 98% of Japan lies on its 4 main islands: Hokkaido, Kyushu, Honshu and Shikoku. Its capital is Tokyo, formerly called Edo.(6)
When I was about the age of 8, I was living in Nepal, My family was a middle class family, which would be considered poor in America because 1 buck here is 100 buck there. Even though we weren’t the richest we weren’t the poorest either, life was pretty good as far as I knew. Until my parents told me that we were moving to America and that it was the best thing for us to do. My head started rushing with many questions. How about my friends?
1) I could make a long list of what I accomplished in my life such as winning Most Valuable Player award, but there is one thing that I prize the most and made these accomplishments possible: Moving to America. 2) moving to here and losing my mom marked my transition from childhood to adulthood, it made me to understand the world better, it made me to appreciate the god for what I have and not for the things that I don’t. It is such a vivid memory that I have carried with myself till now, memory of when I was in Iran’s airport and was talking to my mother face to face for the last time. Her words changed a person who I was before and made me to keep moving forward, even though I lost her and would never see and hear her voice again. She said
Truthfully, I have never been much of a risk-taking adventurous person, so going by my own to south-america is quite a challenge. A good one, but a big one for sure. I have had everything planned for months now and there is no going back now. I am going to Peru to help build a school for orphans and poor.
Moving is always hard. It is harder if you are moving from your birthplace to a culturally different country after spending most of your teenage years. I moved from Bangladesh to New York about a year and a half ago and let me tell you, it was not easy. I had to leave the place I grew up in, my friends and relatives and start a new life here in America. Probably the only good part was that at least I was with my family throughout this hardship.
I moved to 17th street with my dad. We moved in with my grandparents. I wasn’t sure if I liked it. We thought it was just going to be for a couple days. They blew up a queen air mattress for us to sleep on in the living room.
It all started on a summer day, I went to nags head beach with my family. We got a big beach house with my whole family and a few friends. This was about 4 years but it feels like it was just the other day. We went at the very end of the summer. It was still nice and warm outside.