Imagine looking through a window at any environment that is particularly significant to you. Reflect on the scene, paying close attention to the relation between what you are seeing and why it is meaningful to you. Please limit your statement to 300 words.
I can't spot a cloud in the sky, but it still isn't clear. The skies are always hazy, a constant grey. My eyes cross the horizon, but I cannot make out anything in the distance; the massive skyscrapers dot blot out my vision. I know I'm home.
No matter where I go, this vision stays with me. Living in America is a completely different experience; not just the buildings, but the entire lifestyle. As a first-generation immigrant, I was old enough to remember South Korea...
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For almost my entire life, my vision of home was the city life in South Korea. In Seoul, the skies are always hazy, a constant grey. My eyes cross the horizon, but I cannot make out anything in the distance; the massive skyscrapers blot out my vision. People are running quickly to catch up to missed buses, and the lines of traffic crowd every street.
Throughout my short life, I have lived in all corners of the United States. From beautiful San Diego to the dreary cities of Portland and Salem in Oregon, I have journeyed through it all, but no matter where I go, this vision has stayed with me. As a first-generation immigrant, I was old enough to remember South Korea before I left it, and still regularly visit it. The vision that I hold has a monumental significance to me. I cannot forget my roots, and even though I would now consider myself an American, I know that without my heritage, I am nothing.
Living in America is a completely different experience; not just the buildings, but the entire lifestyle. As I grow accustomed to life in America, my vision is gradually changing. The endless skyscrapers become single home houses. The never-ending pavement becomes the front lawns of these homes. The throngs of people walking to and fro become friendly neighbors waving hello. But I realize that even though my vision of the world changes, my values must remain the same. The vision I have represents my past, my roots: where I'm from. The glimpse outside the window now shows that I am an American.
I often hope that I can someday positively impact the world that gave birth to me. At this point in my life, I would call myself an American; and to be an American is to take advantage of the endless opportunities set in front of me. I can only wonder what lies ahead of me now, and I hope that no matter where life takes me, I do not lose myself, and remember who I am.
I can't spot a cloud in the sky, but it still isn't clear. The skies are always hazy, a constant grey. My eyes cross the horizon, but I cannot make out anything in the distance; the massive skyscrapers dot blot out my vision. I know I'm home.
No matter where I go, this vision stays with me. Living in America is a completely different experience; not just the buildings, but the entire lifestyle. As a first-generation immigrant, I was old enough to remember South Korea...
after edits:
For almost my entire life, my vision of home was the city life in South Korea. In Seoul, the skies are always hazy, a constant grey. My eyes cross the horizon, but I cannot make out anything in the distance; the massive skyscrapers blot out my vision. People are running quickly to catch up to missed buses, and the lines of traffic crowd every street.
Throughout my short life, I have lived in all corners of the United States. From beautiful San Diego to the dreary cities of Portland and Salem in Oregon, I have journeyed through it all, but no matter where I go, this vision has stayed with me. As a first-generation immigrant, I was old enough to remember South Korea before I left it, and still regularly visit it. The vision that I hold has a monumental significance to me. I cannot forget my roots, and even though I would now consider myself an American, I know that without my heritage, I am nothing.
Living in America is a completely different experience; not just the buildings, but the entire lifestyle. As I grow accustomed to life in America, my vision is gradually changing. The endless skyscrapers become single home houses. The never-ending pavement becomes the front lawns of these homes. The throngs of people walking to and fro become friendly neighbors waving hello. But I realize that even though my vision of the world changes, my values must remain the same. The vision I have represents my past, my roots: where I'm from. The glimpse outside the window now shows that I am an American.
I often hope that I can someday positively impact the world that gave birth to me. At this point in my life, I would call myself an American; and to be an American is to take advantage of the endless opportunities set in front of me. I can only wonder what lies ahead of me now, and I hope that no matter where life takes me, I do not lose myself, and remember who I am.