Transiton In My Life

There was a first transition in my life when I moved from Danbury, CT to Los Angeles, CA when I was 17 years old. It took me awhile to get used to it but California is home to me as much as I miss Danbury. I was beginning to be a "California Girl". Now after living there for 10 years, I decided to move to Kansas City, MO where most of my family is. Granted I do have family in Los Angeles, CA, but it wasn't the same. I tried to get close to them but they were dismissive and didn't welcome me when I started living there. I guess there was a snowball effect of feeling unwanted and moving out too quickly from my Aunt Manivanh's house to my Uncle Soukanh's house and then to my soon-to-be ex-husband's apartment. I also went from an insecure, unsure teenager to becoming a more confident, insightful person. I became more sociable, more comfortable within my own skin and learn to make more new friends with ease in my own element. I liked that I had the courage to stand up on my own and did things for myself. It took me awhile to learn all those things about myself.

When I was in high school in CT, I didn't have much of a social life. I was an outcast, living in a strict household. From living by myself with my mom in a 1 bedroom apartment to being evicted, living in a womens' & children shelter for 1 month then sent straight to a foster home for 2 & half years. All of them had rules and I had to follow them.

By the time I went to CA, I was kinda rebellious. But not in a way that you think. I didn't automatically join a bad crowd or anything. I just happen to meet a guy online, not knowing what his real intentions were. Me being a naive, innocent 18 year old, was being gullible and nice to this man I barely knew who was 13 years older than me. But he gave me an opportunity and his home to me when I felt unwanted where I was living at. Maybe in under certain circumstances, he was my savior and enemy at the same time. He helped me out at my time in need but he got me into a living where I didn't know what I was getting myself into until it was too late. Sooner or later, I was making bank and supporting myself and my new boyfriend. I was getting so used to the type of income and going shopping whenever I feel like that I just couldn't say no the type of job that I was doing. In the field, I was getting to be a top earner where I was working at and it made me feel better about myself. Nonetheless, I felt trapped in a situation and stayed there a couple years too late. I stayed in the relationship, got married so the guy can get his green card and I moved out again 4 years later and back to Uncle's house.