Write A Narrative Essay About Moving To South America

I was raised in Southeastern Brazil in the late 90s, the only daughter of two college students in their twenties. At that point in their lives they had little money of their own, but my grandparents and great uncle helped support us. They provided me with a private education, a privilege few can afford in Brazil. My school was far from perfect, but it was well-equipped and the teachers showed up consistently, so I was still better off than the kids across the street who went to a public school lacking basic necessities.

The first eight years of my life, I spent in India where I was born. Growing up I was constantly reminded by my parents that I needed to make them proud by getting a good job and living a good lifestyle. They told me this because they did not want to see me live a hard life like they did. When I was nine years old, I moved from India to the United States of America. The reason why I moved to America was not because I was living a bad life in India, it was so that I could have a better education and more opportunities in life.

Although my family had to make many sacrifices by moving to Guatemala for over a year, the sacrifices were temporary and definitely worth it. it was only one of eight moves but this one in particular is closest to me, it was an experience that I’ll never forget. I met a lot of amazing people and saw amazing things. Don’t let the fear of making sacrifices hold you back from taking your own adventure.

It was a warm summer day in Yongin, Korea when my parents broke the news to me. "We're moving to Canada," they said. I was only ten years old at the time, but I knew enough to realize that this was a big change. I was leaving behind everything I had ever known - my friends, my family, and my home. The thought of moving to a foreign land was both exciting and terrifying.

Traveling with People to People was an unforgettable experience, which changed me personally. It inspired me to want to continue and make a difference, on a much larger scale, than a young sixteen year old adolescent could possibly

This would be my fourth time visiting Mexico. Crossing the border is the most nerve racking thing that you could do and I know from experience how dangerous it can be driving to your destination. It was the December the week before finals and my parents had planned on taking a trip to

In my opinion the flight was really boring, all I did was listen to music, played games that required no wifi, and looked out the window. I did have some snacks I had cheese it and skittles. When we got off the plane it was so hot there airport was all outside then we had to get on a bus to get us to the airport when they dropped us off there was the longest line ever! I swear there were millions of people in that line. We stood in that line like a million years.

"We are moving to Argentina"said my mom. Immediately I thought I do not know the language that they speak very much. Two months later on February 20 my mom and I stopped at my new school. I will never forget that day and what happened.

This summer I went to Matagalpa, Nicaragua for 3 weeks. It was a scary experience for me at first because in all my 17 years of living I have never left my home of Oakland. Before I left to go on my trip I was nervous because I have never rode on an airplane before, and I have never been away from my grandmother for that long. In fact, she was one of the main reasons why I went. She motivated me to step out of my comfort zone and experience new and exciting things.

It was during the early stages of my life, where I also witnessed poverty, struggle, and abandonment in many areas of my native country, Colombia, which led me to form a distinguished quality of compassion and develop an enthusiasm for helping others. Having to see, on a daily basis, the poor quality of life of many individuals and the differences in access to education and opportunity, greatly impacted how I viewed myself and those around me. By these experiences, I was able to acknowledge my potential in bringing change. I came to understand that because I had the resources and opportunity to progress, it was my responsibility to give back. In such a way, I had a growing desire to surpass the average standards; to concentrate my efforts in reaching out for

In my life I value schedules and planning. Despite this, I also love adventures and new experiences. Every day I’m surprised by what odd and unexpected things happen, I never truly know what the next moment will hold. Over the summer I made an interesting decision to embark on a three month long adventure unlike any other I had been through. I decided to join the cross country team.

My Journey to America Moving from Nigeria to the United States permanently feels great, but at the same time it is sad leaving some of your loved ones and family behind. There are many events in life, which can change one’s way of thinking. As for me, one of the major changes in my life occurred when I moved from Africa to America. This change has entirely affected my personality positively. Why?

Moving to a new country can be difficult sometimes. Leaving all my relatives and friends back home was the saddest thing for me. My mother told me that we were moving to a new country. At first, I thought my mother was joking about it. but little did I know that she was telling the truth.

I was born and raised in Quito, Ecuador until the age of 14. Due to economic hardships, my mother immigrated to the United States when I was five years old to seek better opportunities. My parents had to sacrifice themselves to provide my brother and I with the best education in Ecuador. They did not only pay for my brother’s private school but also for our extracurricular activities expenses. However, because of my performance in gymnastics, I won a scholarship for the best military academy in Ecuador.

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.