Personal Narrative Analysis

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For many years I have been very indecisive about my direction in life; I often dreamed of residing in faraway places, living the unrealistic rich lifestyle and for everything I’ve ever wanted to run completely the way I desired it to without the difficulty of overcoming any obstacles. I come from a family who has bigger and brighter dreams for the children of future generations. Family has always been one of the most important values in my life. Leaving them behind to focus on myself seemed very selfish and stressed me out. My junior year of high school I had a very vague idea of what I wanted to do with my life. Everything was still in scribbles in my spiral notebook. It wasn’t until the summer of 2015 I realized where I wanted to be and what I wanted to be.

At one point I was a California girl. I was obsessed with the idea of warm sandy beaches and surfing every afternoon. At another point my heart belonged to Tennessee. Nashville. It was the city of music and art students. But the dream wasn’t mine, it belonged to my best friend and I was attempting to follow it. I am from Cincinnati, a city filled with average people and buildings that
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The most difficult part was accepting the fact that I had no compass. I needed to reconstruct my composure so I took a vacation to Orlando, Florida. My vacation was not based around any life lessons, or any desire to gain such. But I’ve always been open minded and grateful for new opportunities that appear suddenly in my life. Usually when you visit a new area, you are eager and enthusiastic. But for me, I was calm and at peace. Orlando felt like somewhere that I belonged, and somewhere that I can call home. Everything that I have ever had my heart set on was all in one place, all at the same time. That single moment of pure realization changed my

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