Personal Narrative: Moving To The US

When I was 12 years old, my father felt elated as he was working to help us obtain a US residence card. As many families in Mexico, the lack of employment there, prevented us to have a stable economic status. At that age, I couldn’t find any motive to go to the United States. As a kid, life was exceptional at that moment because I had my friends whom I could spend most of my afternoons with playing soccer, watching movies, and joking about things. In fact, I tried to invent numerous excuses to not think about going to the United States since I didn’t want to leave Mexico. Perhaps, I hadn’t experienced as much as my parents because they were already thinking about ways to construct a better future for us, and I never stopped to think about the time that they had been working for our future. However, I was still afraid about the changes I could go through once we moved out, since I had been in Mexico for all my life, and I didn’t know what could be like whenever we moved out. Either way, the moment that we moved out of Mexico, everything changed such as the connection with my friends, and the possibility to never belong there again. As days went by, my classmates, who I knew since childhood, learned that I was moving out. …show more content…
As a matter of fact, Gabriela, who had already been in the United States, asked me with curiosity, “how are you feeling with the fact that you are moving out? “ At the time I didn’t feel anything, so I answered, “ I just can’t believe that we are actually moving, and I don’t want to move either way.” She looked at me smiling, and said, “once you move out, you are not even going to want to come back anymore. That’s what I felt when I was there, but my parents made us come back.” I just couldn’t believe that this was going to happen, I was totally convinced that I didn’t want to go. As we were talking, a friend of mine named Luzina, got into the conversation telling me, “ Just don’t change, and forget where you come from. It’s evident that United States can lead to various different habits in your life, but always have in mind the people who you grew up with.” At that time I was even more anxious about the procedure that moving out could lead, since I didn’t know how I was going to keep up that promise. On the other hand, my parents worried about the future that they wanted my brothers and I to develop. Bringing us to the United States, was certainly my parents’ plan to consist on me to keep in school, since my older brother, and sisters weren’t interested in going anymore. However, my primary goal that I had was to learn English, since I had learn the basics of English (once I was in the United States, I realized that I still needed to learn more because I couldn’t understand anyone who spoke great English around me). As many ways I could think about moving out, I couldn’t feel the least minimum desire to go on to the United States and leave Mexico. Perhaps, I was afraid of the change that could be provoked by moving out, to me and my family. During the last months that I was there, no end of thoughts with confusions, and frustrations abounded my mind, which I felt that were holding me down like chains, not allowing me to decide what was right to do at that moment. As a result of my uncertainty about leaving Mexico, it constructed a way to connect with my parents sacrifices to bring us to the United States, since I hadn’t spent as much time with my father as I would’ve wanted. At that time, I had realized that my father had feared that change before, and either way he had to overcome those fears to support his family. Despite the overwhelming days that both of my parents had to go through because they were not together, they consisted on having a smile on our face by finding ways to keep our hopes up. There were times that my parents wanted Considering that my father had to work in the United States, we also helped with what we could, such as raising