Personal Narrative: My New Life In El Paso

When I was five years old, my mother decided that we should move in with her boyfriend. I did not know him; in fact, I remember not knowing anything about him at all. We moved into a house in a nice neighborhood, but living with my stepfather was exceedingly difficult at first because I was only used to having my mother to myself. Before moving in with him, my mother had raised me in a Hispanic community; now moving to El Paso, I had to get used to a very Americanized neighborhood. I struggled to get used to my new life in El Paso.
Since I was born, my mother and I lived in Juarez, in a small house where all the neighbors were friendly. Once we moved, I realized that the neighborhood we moved into was extremely different from what I was used to. The neighbors were not friendly; they were just strangers who lived next to us, so the whole situation was intimidating. Most importantly, I was petrified of the thought of having a man living in the same house I lived in. As a six-year-old girl, I was not fond of living with him at first. However, I was determined to learn everything about my stepdad since we would be living in the same household. I began by making small talk …show more content…
My mother and I eventually moved to my grandmother's house in Juarez. There, I had to wake up very early because my mother would take me to school in El Paso. Then, after some time, they got back together, and we had to go back to his house. The environment I lived in caused me to become an independent person because I had to get used to living from one house to the other. When I would stay with my grandmother, the neighbors were so friendly and nice. While with the neighbors from my stepdad's house, I had the chance to live in Juarez and El Paso. I was able to experience the different styles of life both countries have. For example, in Juarez, the people were friendly, and in El Paso, the people were