Moving to Chicago in 2014 was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. It meant leaving my life in Puerto Rico and beginning a new one. At first I didn’t get why we had to move and I resented my dad. I figured he didn’t care about us and only wanted to move for his own convenience. Why would he want to move to a place so different? Why leave a beautiful tropical island to a place that has negative temperatures in the winter? When we got to Chicago I took back what I said. The city is so diverse and beautiful. Everything was so different and although my dad had visited the city before it felt like a first time experience for everyone. Because I enjoy traveling it wasn't hard for me to accept a new culture and trying to make the best of
