Losing Home

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In “ Losing Home”, Pierson discussed about her feeling of the last chance of returning to her house in Ohio before her mom sold the house. This is because it is a place where she born that home is not just a physical object to her but full of memories. Therefore, Pierson’s “Losing Home” is very similar to my experience of moving to the United State for studying. I never kept count all the times I traveled from Hong Kong to United States. I usually went there during the summer holiday and had some fun with my relatives. Although leaving my home at the age of fourteen, my heart always remains in Hong Kong that no one can tear apart or no matter happen as there is a string that link us together. As soon as I got back from a visit to Hong Kong, …show more content…

This time my feeling is different as usual because I needed to say “Goodbye” to my home, friends, and families. When my family and I ate breakfast in the airport together, I was looking everything that surrounds me without any feeling. I felt that I was standing alone in the middle of the airport and everything was disappearing from my sight one by one. During that time, I pretend I was eating happily with my family without showing my own thought or expression. Although I knew I would come back again, my heart was so pained that I could not even cry in front of my family. This is because I did not want my parents to worry and I needed to learn to stay strong. This kind of thing has been a just little thing as I am going to face more and more challenge throughout my pathway when I was moving forward. Although I needed to begin my new life in America, I felt I was carrying a big stone and a burden with me. This is because I needed to learn to do everything by myself and no one would take care me anymore. “Because in going west to Ohio, I was going back into my history, to the childhood home- and even, it seemed possible, the childhood itself- that would soon no longer be mine”(Pierson

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