Culture, a word that can be interpreted differently for everyone. To me it means, how you identify yourself by your beliefs, attitudes, relationships, anything that affects you, and how they have affected your life and what you take away from them. Currently everyone in my family is unaware of our cultural ties to other countries, so I personally identify my culture with American culture and with the things that affects my life. I have a complicated life that has shaped me into who I am today and some of those influences that have mainly impacted me is; my complicated family situation, lessons I’ve learned from soccer, and hard times with money.
A typical family, two parents, kids, and one house. A family like that is not a luxury I have ever …show more content…
I lived with my grandma and after my dad graduated college, I spent half the time with him. This was regular for me, I never knew it any other way because as far as I can remember I lived with both of them, so that was not hard on me. Life continues on and my mom gets married, I move in with my mom and my new stepdad Bryce. This changes my life a lot no longer am I living with the “mom” that I grew up with in the environment that I had always known. “Mom, I want to move back in with grandma” I said every night in tears because I hated the change. “Lydia NO” my mom would scream back every night at me, she did not realize I thought of my grandma more of my mom at the time then i thought of her as my mom. Life moves on and I adjusted to the change, but still felt the most comfortable at my dad’s house because that was always a familiar place. It’s been years and I have come to be content with my life how it is and it gets all shook up again. My mom has gotten divorced. I was so young and before the divorce was official and my stepdad who I have grown to love had moved out I would sit in a ball outside their bedroom door crying as I …show more content…
I previously talked about my family situation and how my parents were in college when they had me, because of this they could not contribute to much towards me considering they were both full time in college and both paying for it on their own. Basically my sole funding came from my grandma who was divorced and could barely pay for the tiny house, the bills that came along with it, and keep food on the table. I was not really aware of what was going on at the time, but often we ate at neighbor’s house because the fridge was completely empty. As I became a little bit older and my dad now had a house, he would always have food at home. I would ask my grandma why, she just does not go grocery shopping and she would tell me that one day I would understand. My dad lived in a very tiny home in Westland but he was able to afford it because after he graduated, he got a job at Yazaki as a low level engineer. He did his very best to provide me with everything that I needed, although that did not always happen. Both my parents were out of college by the time I started kindergarten, but my mom was making practically nothing so she went back to school for nursing to try to give us a better life. When she married the first time we lived in a small condo in Canton, although it was not in the Plymouth-Canton district and neither was my dad’s house so we used my grandma's address
A typical family, two parents, kids, and one house. A family like that is not a luxury I have ever …show more content…
I lived with my grandma and after my dad graduated college, I spent half the time with him. This was regular for me, I never knew it any other way because as far as I can remember I lived with both of them, so that was not hard on me. Life continues on and my mom gets married, I move in with my mom and my new stepdad Bryce. This changes my life a lot no longer am I living with the “mom” that I grew up with in the environment that I had always known. “Mom, I want to move back in with grandma” I said every night in tears because I hated the change. “Lydia NO” my mom would scream back every night at me, she did not realize I thought of my grandma more of my mom at the time then i thought of her as my mom. Life moves on and I adjusted to the change, but still felt the most comfortable at my dad’s house because that was always a familiar place. It’s been years and I have come to be content with my life how it is and it gets all shook up again. My mom has gotten divorced. I was so young and before the divorce was official and my stepdad who I have grown to love had moved out I would sit in a ball outside their bedroom door crying as I …show more content…
I previously talked about my family situation and how my parents were in college when they had me, because of this they could not contribute to much towards me considering they were both full time in college and both paying for it on their own. Basically my sole funding came from my grandma who was divorced and could barely pay for the tiny house, the bills that came along with it, and keep food on the table. I was not really aware of what was going on at the time, but often we ate at neighbor’s house because the fridge was completely empty. As I became a little bit older and my dad now had a house, he would always have food at home. I would ask my grandma why, she just does not go grocery shopping and she would tell me that one day I would understand. My dad lived in a very tiny home in Westland but he was able to afford it because after he graduated, he got a job at Yazaki as a low level engineer. He did his very best to provide me with everything that I needed, although that did not always happen. Both my parents were out of college by the time I started kindergarten, but my mom was making practically nothing so she went back to school for nursing to try to give us a better life. When she married the first time we lived in a small condo in Canton, although it was not in the Plymouth-Canton district and neither was my dad’s house so we used my grandma's address