Personal Narrative: Moving To Florida

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The Big Apple, the city where anything is possible, they say if you can make it there you can make it anywhere. That’s where I’m from New York. The streets are filled with busy people just trying to find their way to work and instead of a cock a doodle doo in the morning the closest thing are car horns or sirens. The buildings are sky high and I can see billboards from miles away. I’ve lived there for as long as I can remember so imagine my shock when I moved to Florida. Florida, the “sunshine state” or as I call it the blistering heat. Instead of seeing busy people crowding the streets I see heat waves and Iguanas. Instead of hearing blaring horns in the morning there are car crashes and police activity on every other block.