Personal Narrative: Moving To Kenya

The day I moved was a remembrance of what is and what was. It was a hot summer afternoon in Nairobi, Kenya with not much to do outside but gaze at the vast sandy lands that envelope part of my village. Every day was a new experience to grow and learn. I used to make kites out of some paper and twigs with a rope tied behind and watch as it soars above me reaching new heights that I could only wish to dream of. Change has been always something I was hesitant on understanding. Friends and families were a part of my daily life as we created memories together of holidays, festivals and other events that were held in our village as a way of enjoyment and entertainment. However I was soon going to have to adjust to a new way of life and change which was the opposite of how I wanted things to be. My parents fled Somalia as the country grew into civil unrest to find a better place that not only was peaceful but prosperous as well. Life wasn’t easy in Kenya but they managed to give me and my siblings a better way of living as we began to adapt and get comfortable. We made our home there and began to rebuild how we lived and went about things. The homes in the village were spaced out, but connected to form somewhat of a barrier for unwanted guests such as wild animals. Thankfully, we had relatives who were living there at the time of …show more content…
The memories I created with my friends and relatives back home were too strong for me to throw away. They were a key factor in making me the person I am today. It took time for me to adjust to the changes that were all around me, but I started to see things differently and grew to love the change rather than challenge it. I understood things were going to be different, but I made sure to hold on to my nationality and continue to grow, learn and adjust to what would be my new home for some