Social Outcast Narrative

Although I was born in the United States, I have spent the first half of my life living in other countries. As glamorous as that may sound, it is far from that; instead, it had made me feel like a social outcast. All this moving around did not allow me to establish a firm cultural foundation, and I found myself being very introverted, shy, and reclusive; I just never really “fit in” anywhere I lived. To make matters worse, my parents were so oblivious to this; I felt like I could not even talk to them about how I felt. I was born in New York in 1969 and the following year my mother decided she wanted us to move to her home place in Switzerland. We lived there for two years until my father decided he could not acclimate to their customs; so he reached out to his sister, Nancy, who lived in London. Nancy helped my father find a job as a superintendent of an apartment in which we eventually ended up living. I lived in London from the age of three, to the age of eight. During that time I had a difficult time making any friends. I was always told that I was different, but I never understood why. I remember my first day of school a child began to cry because she missed her mother. She got so much attention from the teachers that I decided I wanted some of that attention, so I began to cry. Instead, I was yelled at, and told that I was …show more content…
Part of me was happy to get away from the mean people in London, but another part of me was scared. I remember my first day at school was strange. In the classroom, initially no one wanted to sit next to me; but outside when we had our breaks, all the children followed me everywhere asking me questions. Where are you from? Why do you talk funny? Why are your eyes dark? This lasted for several weeks. Eventually, I did make a few friends there, with whom I am still friends with to this