I was born in the second biggest continent. Africa, in the city of Nairobi, Kenya, and was raised in the United States since the age of seven. My family is unbelievably big. I live with both my parents, my four brothers and my four sisters. Since elementary school to my sophomore year in high school. I've lived in a three bedroom apartment, where my siblings and I shared the same room, bed and space.
My apartment complex was a lot different from where my family and I had originally lived when we first came to the united states. When I had first came to the united states my family and I lived in an apartment where ⅔ of the residents who lived there were Somali Bantu refugees, everyone there were either all related to each other or knew who was who. Life I guess back then was okay because you didn't have to worry about making friends because you had your cousins or nieces and nephews to socialize with whenever and wherever. Back then, I’d never once thought about the fact that anything would change in my life. That the only time that I would have to communicate with people I didn't know would be only at school.
As a few months went by my …show more content…
As I walked by building by building I’ve noticed that it was like being at a restaurant buffet, there were so many different flavor of people, Burmese, Thai, Nepali, Philippines, Nigerians, Americans, and a few mexicans in one place that it was strange, it wasn't bad just something new I honestly never ever imaged myself to be in one place with so many different crowds.As years went by I had befriended most of the kids living in my apartment, we started hanging out during school, after school, and on the weekends. Everyday was something new, we were always teaching each other how to speak each other's language
My apartment complex was a lot different from where my family and I had originally lived when we first came to the united states. When I had first came to the united states my family and I lived in an apartment where ⅔ of the residents who lived there were Somali Bantu refugees, everyone there were either all related to each other or knew who was who. Life I guess back then was okay because you didn't have to worry about making friends because you had your cousins or nieces and nephews to socialize with whenever and wherever. Back then, I’d never once thought about the fact that anything would change in my life. That the only time that I would have to communicate with people I didn't know would be only at school.
As a few months went by my …show more content…
As I walked by building by building I’ve noticed that it was like being at a restaurant buffet, there were so many different flavor of people, Burmese, Thai, Nepali, Philippines, Nigerians, Americans, and a few mexicans in one place that it was strange, it wasn't bad just something new I honestly never ever imaged myself to be in one place with so many different crowds.As years went by I had befriended most of the kids living in my apartment, we started hanging out during school, after school, and on the weekends. Everyday was something new, we were always teaching each other how to speak each other's language