My Life as a Migrant Worker

I was born and raised in Texas, but when the great deppresion came around and there was no more money, or crops, I tired to migrate to Napa Valley, California. I thought that California was the best choice because it has mild weather in which I could hope to farm all sorts of crops. There was one other motive for migrating there, my cusin Alexander, he was working on a farm there and he said he was doing well, and that it was lots of fun. I decided it was time to set off, so I packed up the few belongs I could afford to keep, and left the next day. Once I arrived it was nothing like I expected, bad food, awful living perameters, mean workers, long hours, and worst of all low pay. However the bright side is, I have somewhere to live, food, and a little money. I may have to just tought this one out,  I am one of the few lucky people that does have a job and isn't in a completely insane war.