Show MoreThe Most Important Things in my Life
Professor C. Simpson
17 June 2008 Politis i
T: The three things that are most important to me are my family, basketball, and most importantly, being remembered for something great.
I. The most important thing in my life right now is my family.
A. My family will always be there for me and give me the guidance and support that I need.
1. My family has helped me to get my act together and get back in school.
2. I know that I can count on my family to help me if I need help, or to celebrate good things. B. Family is my support system as I get through school.
1. I know that they will always help me to believe in myself and overcome any…show more content…
We like to worry about our car or how big our television is rather than the health of our own family members. I sat around and figured out the three most important things in my life. I believe that is important that all of us one day think about this deeply. Material things will end up in a landfill or a junkyard. It’s the important things in life that last forever The three things that are most important to are my family, basketball, and most importantly, being remembered for something great. Presently, my family is the most important part of my life. Besides, I know my family will always be there for me and give me guidance and support. They have helped me to get my act together and get back in school. I know I can count on them in a time of need to help me out. Likewise, I can count on them to help me celebrate during a time of joy. Similarly, my family is my support system, especially now that I am going through school. I know that they will always believe in me and help me to believe in myself. In fact, they are helping me financially by allowing me to live at home and not have to pay rent. Besides family, basketball is another very important part of my life. It is true that I love to watch any level of basketball whenever I get the chance. One of my most favorite activities is to walk into the
From conception to 8th grade, I lived in the tiny state of Connecticut. I lived in colonial style houses with big backyards and I knew every family in my neighborhood down to the name of their dog. Life was simple.
I then moved to a large city in the Bay Area in California. For those who may not know, the Bay Area is the cluster of cities surrounding San Francisco including San Francisco itself. Right off the bat, I had a hard time adjusting. The 8th grade was a horrible time to move since everyone were friends with each other since birth and grew up in the social bubble that is the Bay Area.
After years of adjusting, I finally got the hang of it Sophomore year of high school. I joined sports teams and clubs and I expanded my social circle. My mind really opened up to the free will of the West Coast. I began to realize how much fun it was to live in California. You could practically do anything you want (as long as you’re willing to drive in the freeway traffic). I was opened up to new practices and interests like yoga, hiking and exploration, veganism, fashion, and to discover your passion and what you were put on Earth to do.
Then my Senior year rolled around, and at the same time, California was experiencing major inflation. The average 3 bedroom 2 bath house was going for roughly $1 million dollars on the market. All around me new housing complexes were being built; houses on houses of the same exact house, just with a different color scheme. I started to see the “golden hills” of the valley around my city for what it really was; burnt and dead.
The blur of the headlights on the freeway every night I drove past it, feeling sorry for the poor parents who want to get home to their children by dinner time but their commute is an hour and a half. I started to dislike where I was. I looked forward to visiting my family back in Connecticut, where the water was clear and the grass and hills were green. That’s when I decided to do what is better for my soul; move back to Connecticut.
Of course, I didn’t choose Connecticut (CCSU to be exact) just because of looks. It boiled down to out-of-state tuition for the first year will still be cheaper than in-state tuition in California. I also preferred the social bubble that is New England. I liked being so close to other states and other populous cities rather than just being close to San Francisco. I missed having four distinct seasons and seeing snow on Christmas. I missed seeing New England Patriots fans on the daily. I missed my extended family. I missed it all.
However, after living here, I do miss California. I miss my friends, including my soul sister who I did everything with. I miss the long drives to the beach. I miss the dry heat (I don’t think anyone likes humidity). I miss the vast array of vegan and vegetarian options that was actually good. I miss the few people that had golden souls who would lay in hammocks with me and sing our favorite indie songs.
Upon further reflection, I realized that although my heart may ache for the people I left behind, I am beyond grateful and lucky to have experienced what I have. I am so different from my fellow classmates here in Connecticut, and I am grateful for that. I am happy I chose to settle down here in Connecticut, and I am happy that I can fly to California to visit whenever I want. I am happy with how my life has turned out thus far.