A New House
I haven’t always lived in a two story house that resided in Fountain Valley. Before moving here, I lived in a house not far away. This house was about two miles away from Fountain Valley in the city of Westminster. The house was nice, but wasn’t really big enough to have a party. Even though it wasn’t really spacious, I still considered it my home. This house is attached to many wonderful memories of my family. These nostalgic memories were created over a span of twelve years, all accumulated in that one house. I live in a new location now, but the memories made in that house, will stay there and forever will remain there. Nothing will ever replace those memories, but moving on with my life and creating new ones along with my family and friends makes up for the memories created in the past. Creating another chapter of adventure in my life that will continue on until my death.

Family Is EVERYTHING
My family originates from so many different parts of the world. Some of these people in my family are not blood related and some are blood related, but none of these things matter, because no matter what, they are still and forever will be apart of my family and my life. My mom, dad, and sister are completely vietnamese, but there are also a couple of non blood related and blood related relatives on my dad’s side that are of a different race. My aunt and cousins both are Chinese. My Aunt is 50% Chinese while my cousins are 25% Chinese. However, on my mom’s side of the family, there is a huge variety of different races, some blood related and some not blood related. On this side, there are so many different races, like Caucasian, Arabic, Vietnamese, Chinese, Cambodian, Japanese, and a couple more. Most of these people are not blood related to me, but the are still part of my family through marriage. No matter how they joined my family, as long as they are apart of it, then they will be considered as one of the family members. This is because my family has a saying, and it states “family is everything”. It reminds everyone in my family to always hold family above all else and to never forget that, because without family, we have nothing.

Ruined Weekends
Until the age of 12, weekends would mean the start if a new adventure, with something exciting happening every time. Either it be swimming, biking, or just sitting down watching a movie with my family. At least it was always fun no matter what, because I would always be around the people I love. Nowadays, every weekend is just the same as the last, with consistent weekend homework taking up half of my Saturdays, and most of Sundays. Homework isn’t the only problem. Stress is another. Stress causes us to fear Sundays, because it takes us away from our safe space and brings us into the feared day of Monday. Mondays are feared, because it leads us into a mindset of school the next day. Colleges also ruin weekends, it stacks more stress upon us, because the weekend is the only time we can worry about colleges and they things we can do to stand out among an immense amount of competitors. Before all this, weekends were good. A part of me hopes that the next weekend will be good and free for me to finally hang out with my family for the whole weekend again, but in my mind, I know that will never be. 
Asian Hoarding
Living in an Asian household, hoarding has become a normal thing. Unlike other asian families however, instead of hoarding thing in our living room until it reaches the roof, we hoard clothes and other unnecessary things in our closets until it’s filled complete with things. Until last week, I still had clothes from the first grade in closet. My parents and I just never got around to cleaning our closets. We have only recently taken out the super old clothes and given it to a charity. My garage however, is full of very unnecessary things like extra rugs, toy animals, and many other things that haven’t been touched in years. Unlike the closet however, the garage will not be cleaned out, because my mom is very stubborn to get rid of anything in the garage.
Allowance
My parents never enjoyed the idea of giving me an allowance like most of the other kids in my school, but when I put myself into their shoes, I start to understand why. When I think back to it, I begin to believe that they had good reason not to give me an allowance. Back when I was at the age of 10, I was irresponsible, and very forgetful. I would constantly forget where I put things and if I had homework at that age. I remember back in fifth grade, when forgetting my jacket on the basketball fields was a consistent thing. I also would not do my homework, because I would forget if I had homework that day. However, forgetting about doing my homework was one thing. Not doing it on purpose was another. This is why my parents believed that I was irresponsible. It is because occasionally if I was having a bad day, I would be too lazy to do my homework and just not do it. Then, my parents would check online and see that I didn’t do it. And even after that, I still wouldn’t admit that I didn’t do it. I would come up with an excuse trying to make my parents believe that it was the teacher’s fault when actually, it was just me being irresponsible. Sadly, they always saw through my lies though. With all these reasons stacking upon one another, my parents came up with the conclusion of not giving me an allowance until the ninth grade.

Stupid Child
I used to be a child that believed goals were as simple as going from point A to point B. Now that I have grown older, I have found out that things aren’t as simple as I used to believe. When I was 7, I believed goals were like a one way street from one place to another, nowadays, goals seem like a swirling road with potholes, speed bumps, 90 degree turns, and caution signs. I miss the good old days. During those times, the naive child I was could relax and have fun like no there was no tomorrow. How innocent I was, not knowing how the future and life actually was. How ignorant… How naive… How… stupid I was to believe life was this easy.
The Sad Things In Life
Life is full of unexpected changes whether it be sad, happy, or any other emotion. However, these sad things impact one’s self more than any other emotion. Things that trigger these sad moments could be a family member passing away, some loved one moving far away from you, or anything that just isn’t pleasant. All of these things make me sad. It just feels as if everything you know and love is drifting away and nothing you do can stop the inevitable from happening. This inevitable barrier being the thing you fear the most, even if you do or don’t know what it is, from happening. The only way to overcome these sad moments are doing the things that make you happy. When you are happy, it feels as if you are collecting those drifting pieces of memories that were once far away from closer. This is the only way to prevent sadness from taking over and leading you down a huge sucky spiral of depression.

The New World
As I have begun to grow older, I continue to ask myself these same questions. I ask myself what does the future hold for me, and what are my future plans. Every time I ask myself these things, I still come up with the same answer of I don’t know. This is because I am very unsure of myself. At any given moment, my viewpoint on my future could change at the blink of an eye or snap of a finger. Honestly, I don’t think I’m prepared to do things by myself yet. I want to be independent, but I feel as if I have waits holding me down. Gradually however, the shackles that hold me back have been slowly coming off since the start of ninth grade. A little more and it will break and I will have my freedom, but like a man’s first day out of jail, this freedom could be a curse or a blessing. The man might fear what goes on in the outside world and may try to stay in prison. This same thing is occurring inside of me. I fear that once these shackles come loose that I won’t be able to survive once I leave my home. Having to fend for myself in this new world that has just only begun. However, as long as I know my family loves me, I know for sure that I will survive.