Narrative Essay About Moving To Canada

When my family and I moved to Canada my eyes were opened to the reality of a missing piece of myself. My grandmother served a big purpose in my life because not only was she a grandparent, she was also a mentor, a second mom and a friend. The moment I got the news that we were moving to a different country, I immediately felt the need to live my days as if they were my last and because I knew my days with my relatives and friends were being marked, I willed myself to spend as much time with them as possible. But what I regretted was that I spent more of my days with my friends rather then allotting my few moments to my family, especially to my grandmother. Until this day, I always evaluate the things that I have chosen to do and I continually deplore every second of it. …show more content…
For most days of my life, I often feel pained because I always yearn for my family’s presence; but what I now realize is that, remembering beautiful moments interconnects with the agony that it will take time to make new ones furthermore, our move to Canada had greatly impacted my life, it completely changed my perspective on race, money and most importantly family. And over the two years I have spent here in Lloydminster, I have continually acknowledged the fact that I will never know the true worth of something until its existence have been taken away from my life similar to the situation I have with my grandmother, I took comfort in the beautiful lie that she always be by my side, therefor leading me to lack in expressing my endearment. Hence, bringing me to value being vocal and expressive to the people who I consider