A Day When I Came To America Essay

I still remember a day when we landed in Dallas Fort Worth International airport in Texas. It was
March 2010. I was travelling from Nepal (A small country located in south Asia) to United
States of America. Being a refugee, my life was full of agony and scarcity in Nepal. I was so fortunate that I got a chance to settle in America. I was 23 years old at that time. It was a first time that I have ever traveled such a long distance by a plane. It was also my first time that I interacted with people from different countries, often referred as foreigners. Meanwhile, I think it was my courage to encourage myself to speak with them in English, a language that I would speak a sentence correctly. People could barely understand the words I have

It would perhaps embarrassed me sometimes. Eventually, my new life started there.
The day I landed in that huge and an elegant airport was the scariest and exciting day in my life.
That airport itself seemed to be a different world to me. There was no any hidden purpose that I thought of rather than just a better life that I always dreamed about. I found America exactly as I have visualized in my mind. I waited on a lobby as I was instructed. Finally, my wait was over when somebody came to pick me up. My first long journey ended when I arrived in an apartment arranged for me. It was not so easy to learn English and transform in the American culture and society. A place where I came for better future was comparatively way different than where I used to be. I sat in my bed by window side. I looked outside, it was a dark and cold. Freezing wind was blowing desperately. I was not sleepy at all. I laid down a bed with eyes wide opened thinking about how to start a new life, and where to get a job. I remembered my friend who told me that it’s almost impossible to find a job without genuine experience. The only thing that was getting my nerves was finding a job. I closed my eyes in confusion. A terrible noise of

Snow stopped completely and the sky was clear and blue. Clouds were dancing amazingly. I had my meal and started thinking that what I have learnt throughout the day. My excitement knew no boundaries that I have learnt to ride the public bus.
My confidence to start a new life was growing up flawlessly, my mind was behaving extra ordinary. I slept mesmerizing. Next morning, another new day of hope added a little smile to my face. Forgetting all awfulness, leaving awkward moments behind, I decorated my small dream – a dream where I can earn some money and fulfil my limited desires. I have never dared to dream big. A little effort and hard work would make that possible. Time passed by, it had been a month since I had started a new living. I was partially prepared for a job interview. I never lose my patience, always stood up to learn what I haven’t. I got to know few job openings nearby. I filled up an application in worse handwriting than what doctors usually would write in prescription.
My days have passed normally because I kept all my worries aside. I was called for an interview after a week. Finally a day had come that I have waited for. It was a perfect morning, neither