Reflective Essay: Why I Move To Arizona
Most people have moved before sometime in their life. For me, it was only two times. The first move was an international move from Vietnam to the United States of America, when I was barely 8 months old. At the time, it was just my mom, dad, and me, moving across the world to start a new life. Something I have learned from moving is that it is hard to change your life, home, and environment but if you give it some time, nothing is impossible. In the beginning of 2005, my family decided to move away from California. My dad was offered a job in Phoenix, Arizona for Casino Arizona’s Black Jack dealer. When I heard the news that we were moving, I was upset, angry, furious, vexed. We just started our lives here and my dad wanted to pack everything up and leave. I was four at the time and I had started preschool, making new friends and now I have to leave all of that to move to Arizona. I didn’t know what to expect life in Arizona would be like. I was not happy. I cried for days because California is my home, this apartment was my home. Then I remembered, my family is my home. There was a bright side to moving to Arizona. I could finally get out of the cold weather. Every time I went outside, my jacket
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I lived in California for the first four years of my life and I haven’t experienced anything above 90 degrees. I was sweaty. Heat was intense. I got sun-burned. Sun was scorching. The temperature was one million degrees high and I thought my face was about to melt off like popsicles on a sunny day. Even though it was hot, I liked that the sun was always out. But that summer, not everyone could adapt to the Arizona heat. My puppy didn’t want to drink water which caused him to be dehydrated and grew weak everyday. One day didn’t moved. My puppy died and it ruined my summer. While the house was almost finished building, we buried him in the corner of the backyard. That’s how I spend my first Arizona
I lived in California for the first four years of my life and I haven’t experienced anything above 90 degrees. I was sweaty. Heat was intense. I got sun-burned. Sun was scorching. The temperature was one million degrees high and I thought my face was about to melt off like popsicles on a sunny day. Even though it was hot, I liked that the sun was always out. But that summer, not everyone could adapt to the Arizona heat. My puppy didn’t want to drink water which caused him to be dehydrated and grew weak everyday. One day didn’t moved. My puppy died and it ruined my summer. While the house was almost finished building, we buried him in the corner of the backyard. That’s how I spend my first Arizona