After turning on a candle at night continuously, I look towards the empty dark halls of my house and wonder, when will i see light at night, again. It made not sound like it but this is literal. When i was around 8, the electricity in my house went out. This was a really unexpected time for us since we've never experienced something like this before. Not being able to watch T.V or shower with hot water was one of the hardest things for me personally because i was young and i didn´t fully understood what was going on, for me, it was more of like an adventure, an adventure of two years.
I should start with my usual life first, though. I grew up in a family of four, in Tijuana BC. I lived there for 11 years before moving to California. My life …show more content…
When the moment came to actually move, it was really hard to leave everything I know behind, but, “ it was for a better life”. When we moved here our “ better life” started with another crisis due to the lack of understanding of the english language and the high payments for rent, for about 3 years. We couldn’t find a house of our own, we would always live with other people. These weren’t really my expectations of a good life. This times were one of the hardest times I’ve experienced in my life because I know how much of an actual good life I was living in Tijuana and missed it. At first, I didn’t mind living with other people but then we started to have boundaries and NOTHING was the same as living on your own. We’ve moved around eight times in my whole life. We have lived in a church, different small apartments with large families, incredibly small motorhomes and various garages. We didn’t have a house of our own until last year and we moved here about six years ago. We didn’t have enough money to buy the things we needed and it was a very different living style. I also didn’t know anything about the english language. My parents were always there for me, but at school it was a whole different story. I always had trouble understanding other people and they had to put me in special classes with students that only spoke their first language, which wasn’t english or spanish ( my first language ). I really didn’t feel like I belonged there. Comparing the life i had before and the one i had during this time, my self-esteem, and confidence dropped. I really didn´t think i was gonna be able to get out of this problem. I felt very different than everyone I’d see around me. This was another really hard time in my life, coming to a whole new different country and not being able to speak their language was not easy at all. It started to be more
I should start with my usual life first, though. I grew up in a family of four, in Tijuana BC. I lived there for 11 years before moving to California. My life …show more content…
When the moment came to actually move, it was really hard to leave everything I know behind, but, “ it was for a better life”. When we moved here our “ better life” started with another crisis due to the lack of understanding of the english language and the high payments for rent, for about 3 years. We couldn’t find a house of our own, we would always live with other people. These weren’t really my expectations of a good life. This times were one of the hardest times I’ve experienced in my life because I know how much of an actual good life I was living in Tijuana and missed it. At first, I didn’t mind living with other people but then we started to have boundaries and NOTHING was the same as living on your own. We’ve moved around eight times in my whole life. We have lived in a church, different small apartments with large families, incredibly small motorhomes and various garages. We didn’t have a house of our own until last year and we moved here about six years ago. We didn’t have enough money to buy the things we needed and it was a very different living style. I also didn’t know anything about the english language. My parents were always there for me, but at school it was a whole different story. I always had trouble understanding other people and they had to put me in special classes with students that only spoke their first language, which wasn’t english or spanish ( my first language ). I really didn’t feel like I belonged there. Comparing the life i had before and the one i had during this time, my self-esteem, and confidence dropped. I really didn´t think i was gonna be able to get out of this problem. I felt very different than everyone I’d see around me. This was another really hard time in my life, coming to a whole new different country and not being able to speak their language was not easy at all. It started to be more