Journal Entry- coming to the new world essays

Journal Entry- coming to the new world essays Hello, my name is Thomas Moore. I am writing from the ship that has brought me to the new world. I am seventeen years old and soon I will find work to raise money for a room at an inn (if they have one) but until then, with no change in my pocket and no place to sleep I find my cubby hole of a room to be of greatest comfort. It is the year 1680 and I have presently finished the long journey from my home of England to Jamestown, Virginia. It was a fairly good trip, despite the many months it took, hardly comfortable and never easy, but bearable nonetheless. See I bartered my passage onto the ship with the first mate himself. I offered him my culinary services in exchange for any sort of stay on the ship. See, I was raised by my mother and she insisted on me knowing how to take care of myself, including doing my own cooking, so I have become quite a chef. And as this is a ship full of men, the first mate reluctantly took me aboard, casting me to an empty, abandoned room below deck. The three men I share this room with have become my closest company over the past months, though I couldnt call then my friends. We have decided that our sleeping quarters must have once been a bathroom for there is no other explanation for the smell. As for Virginia! What an incredible place. Perhaps it is because of my surroundings in England, or maybe because it is springtime, but I dont believe I have ever seen a more beautiful place. It is so uninhabited and primitive. And to think there could be gold lurking under every rock! That is the real reason I came to Virginia, gold and riches, although it was not by choice that I came. My father has fallen ill after losing his job and our only source of income. Now my mother is finding it difficult to pay the bills for the two room apartment we call home. It was supposed to be a temporary place but I doubt we will ever leave, after three years of living there. And we would like to conti...