Personal Immigration Story

Roaming the hay fields of Irelands, I was free as could be. I was living the simple life; go to school in the morning and help on the farm straight after until the sun was down. College was not an option, each child was expected to marry and work in our little home town or work on our family farm. The idea of America was foreign to me as it was a whole different lifestyle. From my understanding, people had small jobs but mainly focused on school. One Saturday afternoon, my parents sat me down and told me that we were moving to California. Most of my extended family lived in California and my parents found it a good idea to be closer to them. My first question was if I could bring my new puppy, Luckey. Once they said yes i was on my feet and running around the house through excitement. Little did I know, my future and destiny just changed. Time moved faster than I thought it ever would; my house sold to a young family, our house was nearly empty and I was saying my goodbyes. On the long journey to California, I did not know what to expect. I knew I wanted to go to Disneyland and meet my extended family but America is a big place, who knew where I was going to end up. Five years later I was in southern california, in college, trying to attain a career a never would have heard about in Ireland. Life is different now; I am playing water polo in the sun, I live far from my family, and there is no hay fields to be seen. The american dream is real as it creates opportunites endlessly and daily.